
HISTORY OF 

w "Battery "C" 

148th Field Artillery 

American Expeditionary Forces 



Written in Germany by 
PAUL M. DAVIS and HUBERT K. CLAY 

Drawings by 
JOHN F. HUBACEK and ALLEN W. HALE 




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MEMORIAL EDITION 




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Copyright 1919 

BY 

Paul M. Davis and 
Hubert K. Clay 



"m. 9 1920 



OUT c^^^WEST 
COLORADO SPRINGS 



DED I CAT I ON 

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WHOSE LOYALTY; WHOSE SACRIFICE; 

WHOSE PURE, NOBLE PATRIOTISM, 

SINCERE PRAYERS AND FORTITUDE 

MADE POSSIBLE THE VICTORIES 

OF OUR ARMIES 

WE RESPECTFULLY AND 

FERVENTLY 
DEDICATE THIS VOLUME 



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glorp anb tbe gratitube of tije 
American people. 



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^interest praise. djeir libing bloob tfjep gabe. 
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insitilleb in tfjem a profounb sense of butp anb 
serbice tfjat sfjall be eberlasting. 

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Cfjose marfes are fjonorable, untarnisfjable. 

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campaign babge a£ a pergonal citation from 
General $ersif)ing, in recognition of tfjeir balor- 
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country; tofjat tfjep receibeb tnas a babge of 
merit graciousrtp besrtotoeb upon tfjem tjp a <^reat 
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OUR APOLOGY 

Before leaving America, a Harvard Professor, in wishing us Bon 
Voyage, fervently expressed a willingness to accompany us across the 
waters to defeat the Hun. "The most pleasant and worth-while adven- 
ture in life is that in which you face death with your comrades," said he. 

Little thought was paid to that particular remark until we had the 
Huns safely upon their knees. Now that the war is over and we have 
endured the necessary hardships and faced death without hesitation, we 
feel bound together as only men of our calibre and experience can be 
bound. 

In the years to come we contemplate recalling our various larks and 
adventures with pride and satisfaction. To enable us to remember more 
easily and recall more vividly, w r e must fall back upon something more 
reliable than our poor memories. 

We hope to describe in this work, without any mental reservation 
whatsoever, our hardships and our good times. We hope to honestly 
register conditions, not as might be depicted by a biased and dis- 
interested outsider, but conditions as they actually existed. 

We sincerely trust that in perusing this book that our comrades and 
the folks at home will be elated with its accuracy, be pleased with its 
frankness and delighted with its valuable contents as a souvenir of the 
Great World War. 

The authors are indebted to the officers and men of Battery "C" for 
their co-operation and assistance in making this work a success. 






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MAJOR VICTOR W. HUNGERFORD 
Father of Battery " C. " 



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IN MEMORY OF THE PALS WE 
LEAVE BEHIND 

We're soldiers here on a foreign soil, 

We've fought a gallant fight. 
Lives there a man who can recall 

We were not in the right ? 
One moment lest we forget, 

The sacrifice supreme. 
Once comrades too, with death they met, 

To realize a dream. 

A dream I said, but not a dream 

Of power iron-heeled. 
Their blood they gave, a living stream 

Democracy to shield. 
It's up to us and all the rest 

To take the final chance. 
They did enough, they did their best, 

Thev're buried here in France. 



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CAPTAIN DORAN 

Who commanded Battery "C" in the St. 

Mihiel and Meuse-Argonne Offensives. 




CAPTAIN O'DONNELL 
Who. at one time commanded Battery "C. " 



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OUR RECORD 

Battery "C" was organized in May, 1916. Several Colorado Springs 
business men, urged by the National Security League, met and formed 
what is now Battery "C" 148th Field Artillery. 

Victor W. Hungerford and Daniel W. Knowlton, prominent lawyers 
of Colorado Springs, were elected Captain and 1st Lieutenant respectively. 

On June 19th the Battery was called to camp at the Rifle Range, near 
Golden, Colorado. Here nearly one-half of the men were discharged for 
physical reasons. The Battery was recruited to peace strength of 133 
men and mustered into Federal Service on August 14th, 1916. Before 
being mustered into Federal Service the Battery elected William H. 
Schade 1st Lieutenant to fill the vacancy caused by the resignation of 
Lt. A. J. Lawton. 

We received our three-inch equipment, also an officer and non-com- 
missioned officers from the regular army to instruct us in its usage. 

We left the Rifle Range for Deming, N. M., the latter part of Septem- 
ber. The Battery spent a month in Deming and then hiked overland to 
El Paso, Texas, where we were assigned to the 5th Field Artillery under 
the direct command of Colonel Menoher, who is now a Major-General in 
France. 

Battery "C" made an enviable record for efficiency during its stay at 
Ft. Bliss. Other batteries never outdid or outmaneuvered this organi- 
zation. 

The Battery was ordered to Ft. D. A. Russell, Wyoming, to be muster- 
ed out the 26th of February, 1917. The majority of the men returned 
to civil life about the 6th of March. From this time until the declaration 
of war by the United States, Battery "C" 1st Colorado Field Artillery, 
existed on paper only. 

After war was declared with Germany, efforts were made to recruit 
the Battery to war strength. Practically all of the old men returned and 
several men from Colorado Springs, and the Cripple Creek District also 
joined up. 

We went in camp at Overland Park, Denver, on July 13th with an 
approximate strength of 100 men. After two months of disciplinary 
drill we entrained for Camp Greene, Charlotte, N. C. 

Our stay here was pleasant but very short. We were no more than 
comfortably located when orders came, sending us to Camp Mills 
and one degree nearer the firing line. Before leaving Camp Greene, 
Troop "C," Oregon Cavalry, was united with us and we became known 
as Battery "C," 148th Field Artillery, and were assigned to the 66th Field 
Artillery Brigade of the 41st Division. 

At Camp Mills most of our drill was as infantrymen, but we also had 
several days of service firing with the three-inch pieces. We put in some 
severe and most trying days here during the latter part of November and 

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COL. BURKE H. SINCLAIR 
Our Beloved Regimental Commander 



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the early part of December. While here we received an addition of 
about 60 men from California. 

We welcomed an order taking us to Camp Merritt, at Cresskill, N. J. 
Here a scarlet fever epidemic broke out, putting sixty of our men in the 
hospital and the Battery in quarantine. 

We sailed from New York aboard the S. S." Baltic" on the morning 
of the 23rd of January for Liverpool, England. We formed part of 
an American convoy at Halifax. 

On the fifth of February we narrowly escaped being torpedoed and 
witnessed the sinking of the "Tuscania" which was directly to our rear. 

We docked in Liverpool a day later and were hurried to Winchester 
for a rest. A brief stay here and we departed for Southampton and 
embarked on the cattle ship "Prince George," for France. 

Arriving at Le Havre the next morning, we spent two days in a camp 
there and then entrained for Camp de Souge, not far from Bordeaux. 

At Camp de Souge, where we learned that our regiment and the 146th 
Field Artillery of our brigade had been detached from the 41st Division 
and assigned to the 1st American Corps as Corps Artillery, we sent most 
of the Battery away to school to learn how to handle the tractors and 
trucks which we were to get. 

Our guns and equipment were issued to us about the first of May, 
and on the eighth of that month we convoyed to Castillon to complete 
our training. 

We left for the front on July the fourth, the one hundred-fortv second 
anniversary of the Declaration of Independence. 

On the seventh of July we arrived on the front and fired our first 
shot of the war on the 10th. 

We took up seven positions on the Chateau-Thierry front which were 
in the Grand Foret, near Fontenelle, near Fransauges, in the Rochet 
Woods, near Epieds, near Beuvardes and near Chery-Chartreuve. 

After leaving the Chateau-Thierry front we went to the St. Mihiel 
Salient, where we occupied three positions which were near Mouilly, 
near Minorville and at Limey. 

From the St. Mihiel sector we took up positions in the Verdun sector 
which were at Germonville and Esnes. 

Our next front was east of the Argonne woods where we fired from 
Nantillois and Aincreville. Our last position was near Lion-devant- 
Dun where we were ready to open fire when the signing of the Armistice 
ceased all operations. 

We were placed in the Army of Occupation and left for the rear to 
be re-equipped. 

On December second we left for Coblenz via Luxembourg. We spent 
thirty days enroute arriving at Hohr, Germany on the thirtieth of Dec- 
ember, where we were billeted among the German people to await orders 
to go back to the United States. 

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CAPTAIN FRANK C. MERRIELL 

In command of " C " Battery for the four months 

previous to its demobilization. 



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THE 148th FIELD ARTILLERY 

The 148th Regiment of Field Artillery was organized at Camp Greene 
N. C, in September, 1917, and originally comprised Companies "A," 
"B," "C" and "D," the Headquarters Company and the Supply Company 
of the 2nd Wyoming National Guard Infantry Regiment, under the com- 
mand of Colonel Joseph W. Cavender, of Wyoming. Its organization 
was completed the following month by the transfer to it of Batteries "A," 
"B" and "C" of the Colorado National Guard, composing the 1st Separate 
Battalion of Colorado Field Artillery, and Troops "A," "B," "C" and "D" 
of the Oregon National Guard, formerly the 1st Separate Squadron of 
Oregon Cavalry. 

The final disposition of these organizations was as follows: A por- 
tion of Troop "A," Oregon Cavalry and Headquarters Company, Wyo- 
ming Infantry, formed the Headquarters Company. The balance of 
Troop "A," Oregon Cavalry and the Supply Company, Wyoming Infantry, 
formed the Supply Company. Battery "A," Colorado Field Artillery, 
became Battery "A." Battery "B," Colorado Field Artillery, became 
Battery "B." Battery "C," Colorado Field Artillery and Troop "C," 
Oregon Cavalry, became Battery "C." Company "A," Wyoming In- 
fantry and Troop "D," Oregon Cavalry, became Battery "D." Com- 
pany "D," Wyoming Infantry, became Battery "E," and Company "C," 
Wyoming Infantry, became Battery "F." Company "B," Wyoming 
Infantry, and Troop " B," Oregon Cavalry, were divided between Bat- 
teries "D," "E" and "F." The Regiment trained at Camp Greene until 
late in October. From there it moved to Camp Mills, L. I., N. Y., where 
it remained until December 14th, on which day it changed station for 
Camp Merritt, N. J., where it was held until its movement overseas. 

Leaving Camp Merritt on the 22nd of January, 1918, the following 
day we sailed from New York for Liverpool, the entire regiment embarked 
on the vS. S. "Baltic." On February 6th we disembarked at Liverpool 
and moved by rail to Winnall Down Camp, near Winchester, England. 
Two days later the regiment embarked at Southampton for France. 
Arriving in France we loaded on trains and traveled two days to Camp 
de Souge where we began our preliminary training for service on the 
front. We were issued our guns and felt a keen pride in them, for they 
were the latest design in Artillery. 

On July 4th, 1918, we entrained at Libourne, France, for the Chateau- 
Thierry front. We went into position July 7th and opened up July 10th. 
From the time we arrived on the front our regiment figured in every 
offensive of the American Army until November 11th, when the Armistice 
ceased all hostilities. 

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The only Armory that we ever knew — Temple Theatre, Colorado Springs. 




We were quite comfortable in this old garage at Camp Baldwin. 



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We were never relieved and are proud to say that our regiment was 
one of the very few that served without a rest from the time the Huns 
threatened Chateau-Thierry until the Allies drove them to their knees 
on November 11th. 

We left France with the Army of Occupation and after one month of 
traveling we arrived at the City of Hohr, Germany, on December 30th. 
Hohr is about 18 kilometers from Coblenz, on the east side of the Rhine. 
From Hohr we expect to leave direct for the United States. 



ARTILLERY SONG 

Over hill, over dale, as we hit the dusty trail 

And the caissons go rolling along. 
Up and down, in and out, counter march and left about 

As the caissons go rolling along. 
Then it's Hi, Hi, He, 
For the Field Artillery, 

Sing out your numbers loud and strong. 
For where'er you go, you will always know, 

That those caissons go rolling along. 




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ist lieut. john w. Mcdonald 

With Battery " C" in Germany 





MAJOR HUNGERFORD 
At Camp Greene 




CAPT. SCHADE AND LIEUT. GOWDY 2nd LIEUT. WILLIAM P. CHOATE 

Formerly with Battery "C." A former Sergt., now a Lieut, in Battery "C." 



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OUR LIEUTENANTS 

Much of the credit for the efficiency of the Battery is due to its Lieu- 
tenants. Our officers have been indispensable and are absolutely neces- 
sary for the harmonious and effective operation of the Battery. We have 
been extremely fortunate in having, during our career, a set of officers that 
in every respect upheld the honor of the American Army and worked with 
zeal and energy to better the efficiency and morale of Battery "C." The 
present standing and reputation of Battery "C" reflects the unstinted 
efforts of these officers: 

1st Lieut. Joseph B. Blackburn 
1st Lieut. John W. McDonald 
1st Lieut. Roy F. Turner 
1st Lieut. William R. McAllaster 
2nd Lieut. Warren D. Leary 




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THE 155mm. FILLOUX GUN 

There is not the slightest doubt but that every man in the 148th will 
be proud to say that his regiment handled the G. P. F's. during the war 
with Germany. We think this gun to be the best in the world. The 
Yanks made it famous. The French, who invented it, did not think it 
at all an exception. The Americans were very enthusiastic about it 
and accomplished results the French thought impossible with such a gun. 

The G. P. F., as we term it, is a rifle of 155 millimeter bore, or about 
six inches in our measurements. The length of the barrel is 19 feet, 

5 inches. The length of the entire piece in traveling position is 28 feet, 

6 inches. The piece can be fired with a full charge from to 35 degrees 
elevation, and possesses a horizontal field of fire of 60 degrees. The 
maximum range reached with the steel shell is about 16 kilometers (10 
miles). The shell travels at a speed of 2700 feet per second; an unbe- 
lievable velocity for a shell of this calibre, weighing 96 pounds, to pass 
through the air. The gun cradle which constitutes the oscillating mass, 
rests on the top carriage by means of the cradle trunnions. The top 
carriage is supported by the chassis, on which it turns when the gun is 
laid for direction. The chassis, on which is mounted the barrel, forms a 
platform, carried by the gun axle and by two trails. The gun is provided 
with rubber tired wheels, constructed to receive caterpillar bands. When 
in firing position the trails are opened and anchored in the ground by 
means of spades. The weight of the chassis rests directly on the gun 
axle at a single point only, through the agency of the pivot pin; this 
arrangement permits the axle to follow irregularities of the ground. When 
in traveling position the trails are closed, locked together, and secured 
on the limber. The limber is merely a carriage on which rest the rear 
ends of the trails and is supplied with rubber tired wheels, and is steered 
in a similar manner to an automobile. The limber wheels are the same 
as those of the gun proper. They are intended to receive caterpillar 
bands if the nature of the ground makes this necessary. The gun wheels 
are provided with brake drums. The total weight of the rifle in road 
position, without trail spades or caterpillar bands, is 25,740 pounds, or a 
trifle more than 12 tons. 

The gun is classed as heavy artillery, but being perfectly balanced 
and mounted on rubber tired wheels, it can be moved about with consider- 
able rapidity. It is pulled by high powered Renault or Holt Caterpillar 
tractors. 

When we received our equipment we could make fifteen miles an 
hour on a level stretch. This was one of the factors that contributed 
to our great successes while operating about Chateau-Thierry. 

In beauty the gun has no comparison. A long, graceful barrel; rigidly 
constructed and attractively designed trails; neat and strong iron wheels 
with rubber tires; has a very low road clearance and impresses one as 
a powerful, destructive greyhound. 

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GENERAL HEADQUARTERS 
AMERICAN EXPEDITIONARY FORCES. 

February 13, 1919. 
From: Commander-in-Chief. 

To: Commanding General, 66th F. A. Brigade. 

Subject: Commendation of the 66th F. A. Brigade. 

1. It is with pleasure that I send you this letter of commendation 
upon the excellent service rendered by the 66th F. A. Brigade during the 
war with Germany. 

2. This Brigade was always to be depended upon when in the region 
of the Marne and Aisne Rivers In the St.Mihiel battle and Meuse- 
Argonne Offensive, it supported our gallant infantry in many a pitched 
battle. 

3. This duty so well performed will always be a source of pride to 
each and every member of the Brigade. 




JOHN J. PERSHING, 

General, U. S. Army 



A true copy: 



J. H. Wallace, 
Major Field Artillery, Adjutant. 

Copy to Corp. Hubert K. Clay, Battery C, 148th Field 
Artillery. 



The above recommendation was written by General Pershing, solely for publication in 
the "History of Battery C." 



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American Re<i Cross 



It is not necessary for us here in this book to reveal to its numerous 
readers the wonderful achievements and benevolent services rendered by 
the American Red Cross, for every civilized man knows of this organiza- 
tion and of its far-reaching, tender, and motherly protection. In every 
part of the earth, extending to the remotest corners, the Red Cross has 
become known as an institution that is without parallel in the history of 
the world. It is reputed as the "Greatest Mother in the World," and we, 
who have served on the Western Front, offer no substitute for that per- 
fectly appropriate title. 

We are more familiar with its work on the battle fields of France 
than of its work in any other part of the earth. It is for services rendered 
on the firing line that we are judging this institution. Ever since we left 
our home shores, our sphere of knowledge and life has been bound by the 
"Loving Bands of Mercy" in which this organization has held us. 

The praise we have to give cannot be given by the pen. It is a praise 
that comes from the heart and the innermost parts; it is held there and 
is not revealed by word of mouth. 

The soldier's appreciation of the Red Cross comes from his most noble 
character, and is expressed by his deeds, which reflect his gratitude for 
the "Divine Mercy" which he has received. 

The American Red Cross is a "Statue of Mercy:" It will long endure; 
it shall stretch its "Motherly Arms" and hold the entire world in a spirit 
of everlasting "Brotherly Love." 



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DAYS AT CAMP BALDWIN 



Battery "C," a mere handful of men, entrained at Colorado Springs 
for Camp Baldwin, Denver, Colorado, on Friday the thirteenth day of 
July, 1917. About five months previously the Battery had returned to 
Colorado Springs from service on the Mexican Border, where they proved 
themselves to be an organization that could be depended upon for results, 
no matter how hard the task. We arrived the same day, about 4 o'clock 
in the afternoon. We were welcomed into camp by "A" and "B" Batter- 
ies who had been there for some days. Our quarters consisted of a large 
garage which accommodated the whole battalion. We were known as the 
1st Sept. Battalion, Colorado Field Artillery. 

After getting accustomed to our surroundings we started in to drill 
from the very beginning and learned the school of the soldier. We had 
neither our artillery nor our rifles. Our drill was infantry drill and general 
instructions necessary for a recruit. We had no uniforms and did not 
get them for some weeks. All of our drills and hikes were in our civilian 
clothes and shoes. There were several enjoyable hikes that we took. 
Probably the most enjoyable one, and the one that we will least forget, 
was the three-day hike to Starbuck Park, which is situated in a beautiful 
canon among the hills about Mt. Morrison. 

We all lived near the hills and were always among them, so our 
mountain hikes were no more than reminiscences of our civilian days. 

Denver was only two miles and passes were given to most of the men 
on Wednesdays, Saturdays and Sundays. Furloughs for Saturday and 
Sunday were given to members whose homes were in Colorado Springs. 

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We never failed to have a good time in Denver, for she's a gay old 
city and can show anyone a good time. 

We will remember Camp Baldwin as the place where we spent our 
Rookie days and shared the joys and disappointments of a Rookie's life. 
On the whole our days were filled with pleasure. The army life was a new 
game and we were fresh and enthusiastic. It was in the good old summer- 
time and the whole atmosphere was one of pleasure and excitement. It 
never dawned upon us that we were indulging in a serious occupation. 
We were on a bis: vacation and acted as such. 




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The peddlers with nuts and chocolate? 

McAninch and Harris in conversation "a la Chinois?" 

Your visits on the sly to the canteens? 

Decker as a laundry agent? 

The Chinese Latrines? 

The finger prints upon the walls? 

The rotten egging of the Chinks? 

Bob and his Vin Blanc? 

All the hot cakes Otto fed us? 

The Auto School gang? 

How the non-coms planned a dinner in Bordeaux? 

Rumors of the front? 

The French fleas? 

Whit, Small and Joseph exploring the wilds of Bordeaux? 

Why the sand was at De Souge? 

Otto, Pennewill and Pierce in the guard-house at Bordeaux!' 

The Cafe straight down the road? 

vSchnell and his Provost guard? 



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SaIvaVion 

Army 
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It was on the St. Mihiel front, twenty-four hours before the drive 
opened, that "C" Battery was laboring and cursing furiously in order to 
get their guns in action for the opening of the big offensive. The men 
were weary from forced marches and the rain and muck made the roads 
almost impassable. For thirty-six hours they had been slowly but surely 
maneuvering their guns over the treacherous roads, and finally had got 
them camouflaged in a woods near by the gun positions. The men were 
"all in," the weather was nasty, the meals had been scarce and scanty. — 
It was in this predicament that the Salvation Army became endeared to 
"C" Battery. And a real salvation it was. In those same woods, only 
a few kilometers from the front line, there was a hut bearing the symbol 
of the Salvation Army. Two young women were in charge of the haven. 
They were young and spirited. They had a dug-out at the rear of the 
hnt which they were forced to occupy several times. Quite often a "Big 
Boy" would find its way into those woods and the bombing planes were 
ever searching them out. The girls stayed. They told us "we are as 
safe as you are; why should we leave because a drive is about to be 
opened?" 

The day before we went into position these girls were making dough- 
nuts for "C" Battery. They gave each man in the outfit four doughnuts, 
the first we had had since leaving America; nine months. They were 
good, they were delicious, they converted the morale of the outfit into 
happy and sunny dispositions. The men forgot their troubles. The mud 
and rain no more had disastrous effects on our accomplishments. We 
asked the price of the doughnuts. They set no price; the doughnuts 

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were free. This surprised the men, it amazed them. Doughnuts, 
luscious doughnuts, the kind mother makes, on the front, and all for 
nothing. They refused all of our most willing offerings. 

We pulled out that night, but before we left, a large sum of money 
was enclosed in a packet bearing a brief note begging acceptance, and 
sent by courier to the Salvation Army hut. 



WE HAD 'EM TOO 

Dear Dad, he wrote, I'm here in France 
And skating with every Yank advance, 

We're driving back the filthy Huns, 
The Heinies now are on the run; 

And I am well and strong tonight, 
Except for little things that bite. 

Do you recall those happy days 
We sat before the log fire's blaze 

Within our little parlor, snug, 

With Shep asleep upon the rug, 

And heard the clock tick on the shelf, 

Except when Shep would scratch himself? 

And there were times with sudden zip 
He'd bite himself upon the hip, 

Then turn his head in manner queer 
To scratch himself behind the ear; 

Then, like the whirling of a gale, 
Get up and madly chase his tail. 

Well, dad, I do not want to brag, 

But since in France I've served the Flag, 

I'll say in running down a flea 
Shep never had a thing on me; 

In fact I think I've learned to do 

Some twists our old dog never knew. 

We used to scold and put him out, 
We would not let him stay about 

When he began to thump the floor; 
But, oh, when I get home once more 

I'll let Shep scratch the evening through, 
Because, you see, I've had 'em too. 

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CI<a.cK<a.mas 



TROOP "C" AT CLACKAMAS 



After two weeks' recruit drill in the streets around the Armory in 
Portland, the Oregon Squadron of Cavalry, on July 25, 1917, made its 
first move towards Germany. This move was for a distance of twelve 
miles, to Camp Whitycombe at Clackamas, Oregon. 

Under the command of Captain Maguire, Troop "C" soon was at 
"home." As all of the men still wore their civilian clothes everyone was 
eager to don the khaki. Finally the O. D's arrived; not woolen as was 
expected, but cotton. It wasn't long then until we were all "real" soldiers. 
The first Saturday every man wanted a pass to go home to show what 
a "neat fitting" uniform he wore. 

It was h re that we learned the fundamental rudiments of soldiering. 
The men also learned how to go over the top. But this top was not the 
top that is generally spoken of. It was the fence at the rear of the camp, 
just right for a good hurdle. Every evening after retreat the boys would 
"go over" in mass formation and soon would be saying "hello" to their 
best girl in Portland. This was fine sport and all enjoyed it as long as 
they could get away with it. One evening the Colonel spoiled the fun 
by ordering a check to be taken every evening. Needless to say that the 
absentees from this check were peeling spuds or scouring pots and pans 
the next day. 

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The drill was dismounted cavalry drill, Manual of Arms, Guard Duty 
and the essential things necessary for the performance of a soldier's duty. 
Naturally rumors soon started; first, we were to be made infantrymen, 
then artillerymen, and most everything imaginable. We were all anxious 
to go to Palo Alto, California, for there we would draw our horses and be 
real Cavalrymen. It had been rumored for some time that we were to 
go to Camp Greene, Charlotte, N. C, but nothing was certain until 
September 5, when orders were received and read to us telling of our fate. 
The Camp was in a state of turmoil, every man wanted a pass to go and 
say "goodbye." All had said that little ditty about a dozen times in the 
last few days. Also we had eaten several farewell dinners, so naturally 
all wanted to repeat this formality once more. 

Bright and early on Friday morning, September 6, we packed our 
equipment and amid cheers and fond farewells left Clackamas on a four- 
teen car train headed for Camp Greene, North Carolina. 



THE COURTSHIP OF A YANK 

A soldier fat took off his hat 
And bowed himself low down. 

Before him stood the womanhood, 

Of that small German town. 
His head was bald, his voice it drawled 
His teeth stuck out in front. 

And when he smiled he seemed a child. 

It made his face so blunt. 

But women fair were standing there, 
Not two or three, but four. 

It was his chance, he felt his pants, 

The sweat began to pour. 
Then he began; like this it ran, 
"Guten Abend, eins, zwei, drei, 

Ich will ein Frau — say, what's the row, 

Amerika dabei." 

With lifted eyes, to their surprise, 
He started with a curse. 

He saw the pin, to his chagrin; 

"American Red Cross Nurse." 
A man came up — a soft Liccup — 
The soldier scarce could gargle, 

"Say what's your name?" at last it came, 

"At home they call me Argall." 

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Scenes Around Camp Baldwin. 



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T)o You Re member . 



Tom Smith and Paul Davis attending the Chinese picture show? 

The Observation Balloon? 

Hutch and his party for the prisoners? 

The main attraction in Bordeaux? 

The Cafe at Martigny? 

vScottie Baxter's sudden illness one night? 

Skinny McGlinn running Fuchs out of the kitchen? 

Miller's shadow boxing? 

Forty inches Gowdy? 

Capt. Hungerford's debut in a Dodge? 

The vStag dances at the Y. M. C. A.? 

The 75 's blowing up? 

The wine barges at Castillon? 

The band concerts? 

The circus? 

The fire? 

The free wine? 

The River Rat? 



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THE Y. M. C A. 

We are all indebted to this organization for its helpful service and its 
forceful co-operation with the Allied Armies. It has built up a chain or 
system of recreation huts and canteens reaching all parts of the allied 
countries. It has provided rest and amusement for soldiers going to and 
coming from the front. On the front itself we of the 148th regiment are 
not qualified, nor would it be just, for us to judge the work of this 
organization on the front line. While our brigade was on the line, we 
participated in all of the offensives as, either Army or Corps Artillery 
and consequently no "Y" has ever been assigned to our brigade. 

Each Division has assigned to it a "Y" which belongs to it and operates 
only for it. Its supplies are assured by military transportation. Corps 
and Armies have no "Y" assigned to them and they are left to get along 
the best way they can. That was our predicament while on the front. 

Having no "Y" of our own and endeavoring to buy from some Divisional 
( Y," we were always refused. The Divisional "Y's" are under orders 
to sell to no other than their own Division, and since we did not belong 
to any Division we were unable to purchase from the 'Y's" on the front. 
It is not unusual. The government commissaries refused to sell to us 
because we were not attached to a Division. Many a time a "Y" or 
commissary operating in our region has declined to cater to us. It is 
hard to realize, but then, if every "Y" or commissary were allowed to 
sell to anyone, the Division to which they are attached would only par- 
tially be cared for. 

In all the Camps we have been in, the "Y" has rendered excellent 
service. They have always provided recreation and amusement. At 
Camp De Souge we had a fine "Y" and there is not one of the fellows who 
didn't appreciate its presence. 

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Here in Hohr, our Brigade has as fine a "Y" as any outfit in the Army 
of Occupation. Every night there is a program and all the arrangements 
are made by the Y. M. C. A. Hot chocolate and doughnuts are served 
at all times, free of charge and all you want. 

When the next war comes around we think it would be a good idea 
to provide each Army Corps with a representative Y. M. C. A., and also 
devise some means of providing the Army Troops with the amusements 
and refreshments that are necessarv to the combat units. 



OH! AINT IT A GRAND AND GLORIOUS FEELING 

— when, after four hours in the rain and mud, you hear your relief coming 

up? 
— when the shell you think is going to get you, breaks over your head? 

— when the Buglers forget to blow reveille? 

— when your girl writes that she still loves you? 

— when, after the bombing plane passes over, it does not drop an orange ? 

— when you get a letter from home? 

— when the Buglers blow pay-day? 

— when our observer reports "target?" 

— when, after several days of hard fighting, our doughboys advance? 

— when cold and dreary, you discover a misplaced cigarette? 

— when you hear "all clear?" 

— when a couple of hundred Boche prisoners come marching by? 

— when you dive for your dug-out and make a direct hit? 

— when on convoy we pass through a town with lots of pretty girls in it? 

— when, after asking for water, you are refused and offered wine? 

— to see a captured gun reversed and firing at the swine? 

— when, after several hours of toil the gun is finally put on the road? 

— to get a daily newspaper while on the front? 



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We endured hardships at Camp Mills unknown at Valley Forge. Court martials are still 
pending and investigations are still under way to fix the blame for this misconstructed camp. 

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Cimp Gr«ene 



DAYS AT CAMP GREENE 

Battery "C" entrained at Camp Baldwin for Camp Greene, Charlotte, 
N. C, in the latter part of September, 1917. The trip which required 
about five days and nights was one which we will not soon forget. We 
enjoyed all the comforts a Pullman could give and in comparison with 
the box-cars in which we traveled in France they were "Palaces on Wheels." 

Before leaving for Camp Greene we heard rumors that we were going 
to a very pleasant camp near a very beautiful city. On arriving at the 
camp we found it to be all that we expected. 

The camp lies just outside the city of Charlotte and is composed of 
tent houses. The site of the camp is unsuitable for drill or parade grounds 
and its use is more for concentration purposes. 

The climate there is comparatively mild. We spent three weeks 
there which were filled with pleasure, but little drill, and paying frequent 
visits to Charlotte. For the short time we were there we had a better 
time than at any other camp. 

The people of Charlotte were very kind and friendly and saw that no 
soldier was without a friend or a place where he could enjoy a real home 
cooked meal. The girls were nor a bit bashful and if a fellow didn't get 
acquainted it was his own fault. At every church there were receptions, 
dances and entertainments for the men at the camp. The receptions 
were prepared by the younger set of Charlotte and were attended by the 
city's best. The southern girls were great. There is not one of them who 
does not portray the real old southern hospitality; they desire to be your 
friend and treat you as a prince. 



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At camp, probably the one thing that impressed us the most were the 
niggers and the way they worked. Our mess hall floor was of dirt and 
one end being about three feet higher than the other, it was necessary to 
level it off. A gang of niggers were put on the job. The niggers form- 
ed themselves in two lines extending from one wall to the other. The first 
line was equipped with picks and the second, which was about five feet 
behind, with shovels. 

The niggers in the first row would start chanting some old song that 
was probably made up by a gang of such laborers. At a certain part every 
pick would come up and at another part every pick would come down. They 
came down as one, and the niggers, after taking a step forward, repeated 
the operation. The men in the second row followed behind, shoveling 
away the loose dirt and in less time than one can imagine the floor was 
as level as a table. 

That was the first time that we had seen a gang of southern niggers 
work and they caused us considerable amusement. 

While at Camp Greene the campaign for the Second Liberty Loan 
was opened with a celebration and parade of all the soldiers at the camp. 
We were assembled for the parade early in the morning and it was nearly 
noon before the column was in satisfactory formation. We paraded all 
of the principal streets of Charlotte and after three hours of marching 
at attention in the hot sun and on the hot asphalt streets, we returned to 
camp, "all in." The opportunity to purchase Liberty Bonds appealed 
to our men, and Battery "C," composed of one hundred and twenty-six 
men, subscribed for thirteen thousand dollars worth of bonds. 

A few days before we left the camp, a part of the men in Troop "C," 
Oregon Cavalry, were transferred to the Battery. We were placed in 
the 148th Regiment of Field Artillery and were assigned to man the six 
inch rifle. 

We left Camp Greene during the first week of November. In the 
train we became acquainted with our new men and found them to be 
a bunch of real westerners like ourselves. They agreed with us that we 
had left a camp, the like of which we would never see again. 




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In spite of the fact that the boys were kept on the job all the time, they 
still had pep enough to put "C" Battery in the sporting world, and it 
required real pep and lots of it to go out for athletics, especially after a 
hard day of "squads east." 

Our athletic record is by no means a poor one, and besides making the 
Battery known to other outfits as a real Battery, full of live men, we put 
ourselves in excellent physical condition for the big game that was to come. 




CAPT. WILLIAM H. SCHADE, 
Coach. 



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FOOTBALL 

The Battery was represented by a husky football squad. 

The team was first under the tutelage of Lieutenant Daniel W. Knowl- 
ton — All American tackle (1902) Harvard. Lieutenant William H. 
Schade, quarterback, University of Colorado (1907) later took the team 
and remained head coach throughout the season. Under these wizards 
the men developed into a machine which proved its mettle in the contest 
with the far-famed 146th regiment. 

At the beginning of the season, the Battery was stationed at Camp 
Baldwin, Colorado. The men turned out in their O. D.'s and before many 
nights of practice they were wearing their fatigue clothing to drill. This 
difficulty was overcome by seeking subscriptions with which to buy foot- 
ball uniforms. Every man in the Battery did his bit in the way of a 
donation, and the suits, olive drab and dark red in color, were purchased 
from a Denver firm. 

Lieut. Schade arranged for a practice game with the University of Colo- 
rado eleven but the Battery entrained for Camp Greene before the two 
teams could get together. 

During our stay in Camp Greene we had a few hotly contested practice 
games with the scrubs. Two important games were scheduled, but before 
the games could be played, we broke camp for Long Island. 

At Camp Mills there was plenty of competition. Our first game 
being with the 116th Regiment Trench Mortars. We came out of this 
massacre with a 54 to victory. Soon after this game we met the same 
team and walloped them again to the tune of 35 to 0. 

The big game of the season was that with the 146th regiment of Field 
Artillery, who boasted of a team that was able to wipe up the earth with 
us — and they had beaucoup money with which to back up said boast. 
Their money was quickly gobbled up by the Battery fans. There was 
much "bull" passed between the 146th and the Battery as to the merits 
of the two teams. 

Coach Schade concluded all necessary arrangements with the Lieut- 
enant who captained the 146th team. A detail composed of men from 
each of the respective organizations laid out the gridiron and erected 
goal posts. Men on the team received no guard nor other details. 

The game was called at one thirty, after both teams had gone through 
light signal practice. It was conspicuous to all present that "C" Battery 
was outweighed fifteen pounds to the man. It later leaked out that two 
thirds of the opposing team consisted of men bearing college football 
"reps." 

In the first quarter of the game neither team could gain but little 
ground, line plunges and close end runs being tried exclusively. The 
quarter ended with the ball in the middle of the field. 

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Our Undefeated Football Team. 



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The second quarter showed the 146th to be stronger in line plunging, 
but the advantage was not great enough to allow them a touchdown. 
"C" Battery obtained possession of the ball on her 35 yard line. After 
two line bucks, full back Johnson broke loose around left end. He had 
a clear field, but he sprained his knee and fell after a twenty yard gain. 
The quarter ended with the ball on the 146th's twenty yard line. 

In the third quarter, both teams used a large number of subs. The 
forward pass and wide end runs featuring this period. Neither team 
could break the opposing defense. 

The fourth quarter was a repetition of the third, forward passes, punts 
and wide end runs being used almost entirely- The game ended with 
the ball in the possession of the 146th, "C" Battery holding them on 
their 15-yard line. 

Score to 0. 

This game terminated the Football season. 

THE LINE UP 
Position. Player Weight. 

Left end Bruce 152 lbs. 

Hatch 158 

Left Tackle King 162 

Haas 143 

Left Guard Mc Aninch 166 

Reisinger 155 

Center Ballowe 150 

Right Guard Strange 190 

Right Tackle Eaton 160 

Right End Brauer 159 

Brown, E. A 135 

Quarterback Graham, Captain 140 

McLennan 135 

Left Half Back Whittenberger 159 

Larrison 150 

Full Back Johnson 190 

Clay 175 

Right Half Back Nifong 155 




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Do You Remember? 



The first stragglers? 

The first souvenir hunters? 

The first disabled aeroplane? 

The gas masks carried by the peasants? 

How we blew up the bridges on the Marne? 

When the big Allied offensive started? 

When the guns became so hot it was dangerous to fire them? 

How afraid you were to take pictures at the front? 

When the French cited us? 

The first "good" Germans? 

The first destroyed town? 

How the guns jumped off the platforms? 

Who had the most cooties? 

Who had the first cootie? 

How often the aiming lights went out? 

How we wished we were doughboys? 

Shifting the trails? 

"Put on another two sacks?" 

"Mechanic Smith! Mechanic Smith! Primer holder's broken?" 

The Montfaucon Express? 

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DAYS AT CAMP MILLS 



On the 26th of October, 1917, we arrived at Camp Mills and found to 
our surprise a dilapidated and forlorn conglomeration of tents, situated 
in a marshy low-land, called Hempstead Plains. Coming from Camp 
Greene with its dry climate and thoroughly modern quarters, we felt it 
an insult to have to live in mud and water, old leaky tents, and a place 
which had no drainage whatsoever. The men grumbled and complained. 
The camp was not fit for swine. We were told that the camp was con- 
demned and that our stay there would be a matter of only a few days. This 
quieted the men and we settled down for a few days stay. We pitched 
and repaired the tents, made a battery street, constructed a drainage 
system and in general, made the place as comfortable as was possible. 
The weather was fairly warm when we arrived there, but a rain storm, 
a few days previously, had buried half the camp under about six inches 
of water. 

Unless you wore hip-boots it was very disagreeable to travel about 
the camp. Our first week there proved to be rather a novel experience. 
Later it was disagreeable and then it developed into one continual round 
of hardships. 

After the first few days the privations and inconveniences ceased to be 
a novelty. The weather grew colder and rain and sleet storms were 
frequent. Being situated on a low plain the air was damp and the ground 
moist practically the entire period which we spent there. 

Our time was taken up by drill. We were drilling continuously. We 
were instructed in the Manual of Arms and infantry drill; close order 

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We received our initiation to mud and water at Camp Mills. 




This is not at the Front, but Camp Mills as it appeared the day we arrived. 



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formations. Our drills were tiresome and monotonous. We couldn't 
understand why we should spend all of our time in learning infantry 
tactics when we were a battery of artillery, and would never use them. 
Now we apprehend, we didn't drill for the drill itself, but for the muscular 
development and hardness which resulted. It made us hard and fit for 
what we were to encounter on the fields of France. The conditions under 
which we lived at Camp Mills resulted in a large number of men taking 
sick, but after their sickness they were ready for anything. 

The camp lacked the comforts and conveniences a camp in the United 
States should have. It was in the winter and there was no adequate 
means of providing warmth. There was no mess hall and the kitchen 
lacked the conveniences that are necessary. The water pipes were 
frozen half the time. There was no bath house and the only means of 
taking a bath was to heat a bucket of water and take a sponge bath in 
your tent or wait until you could get a pass and go into town to a public 
bath house. On account of no drainage systems the water flooded the 
floor of our tents and put out the fires in the stoves. We endured all of 
the discomforts with good spirits and took matters as they came. 

There was one pleasure we enjoyed while there, and that was our trips 
to New York. We were only a few miles from there and they were 
liberal with passes. Every Saturday, after inspection, passes would be 
given to a large per cent, of the Battery, enabling them to be absent from 
Saturday at one o'clock to Monday at Reveille. We need not describe or 
enumerate the good times we had in New York for every one knows 
what an enjoyable time one can have in that gay city. 

As long as we remember about our experiences in the army, both over 
there and over here, Camp Mills to us will be a disgrace to the government 
of the United States. The only good thing we can say of the camp is 
that it is near New York and gave us the opportunity to see our greatest 
city and its wonderful conveniences. 



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At Camp Greene, Charlotte, N. C. 



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The soiled underwear? 

The Colonel's investigation of the menu? 

When the winch broke loose? 

How popular we were with the crew? 

Cronquist's battle with the fighter from the signal corps? 

Irvin Cobb's speech? 

vSeeing the famous aviator, Major Bishop? 

Burns and his fake fight? 

Major Nivens with his medals? 

His stories of the front? 

The ill-fated Tuscania? 

Seeing land? 

How glad we were to hit Liverpool? 

The coffee we got at Birmingham? 

The hike to Winnal Down that night? 

The vegetables growing about our hut? 

The famous church at Winchester? 

The Prince George? 



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Inspections 




Nothing irritates a soldier more than the bi-monthly physical examination. 



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Ca.mp VYlerr»t\ 



DAYS AT CAMP MERRITT 

Camp Merritt, New Jersey, was the first camp where we occupied 
wooden barracks with sufficient heat and good hot water showers attached. 
After coming from Camp Mills in the dead of winter we thought indeed 
that we were housed in regular quarters commensurate with what an 
American soldier should have. We had a mess hall large enough to accom- 
modate the whole Battery and a kitchen with all the modern conveniences. 
We appreciated the mess hall more than anything, for several weeks 
of eating our meals out in the open air in mid-winter was no joke. It 
was so cold that the coffee was nearly frozen when ready to drink and the 
gravy and sauce froze to our mess kits. You can imagine how much we 
appreciated our opportunity to sit down and enjoy a good hot meal. 

We were put under quarantine soon after arriving here and the 
duties consisted of hikes and guard. We took short hikes, occasionally 
full pack, over the icy roads and wore our hob-nailed shoes which proved 
to be regular sled skates. It was difficult to stand up and the sport of 
laughing and jeering at the ones that went down, compensated us for our 
grievances. 

As we were in quarantine, there were no passes available and the only 
way to see the outside world was to break quarantine, which was a serious 
misdemeanor. Regardless of the restrictions, there is no doubt but that 
several men saw quite a bit of the surrounding country. 

We enjoyed a Christmas Eve smoker which is described elsewhere in 
the book. All of the Christmas packages from home were kept until the 
day before Christmas. In addition to the packages from home, the Red 

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LOUIS SCHNELL 
Wounded August 11, 1918, is seen looking over the stove pipe. 




The "Y" at Camp Merritt. 




Ray Darling was ever popular 
as a Hula Hula dancer. His 
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Cross gave every soldier a liberal box of assorted presents. When the 
boxes were distributed Christmas Eve, there was a real Christmas spirit 
prevailing. 

It was on Sunday, January 21, that we packed our bags down to 
Cresskill and loaded them into baggage ears. At camp everything was 
packed for the trip and early the next morning we formed ranks and march- 
ed to the station through the blackness of the night and without a whisper. 
We boarded a ferry boat at Hoboken and crossed the river to New York 
Harbor and embarked on the S. S. "Baltic." 

The following morning at 6:15 we pulled out of New York bound for 
Halifax, our final destination being Liverpool. 



PARDNERS IN CRIME 

Colonel Sinclair and Major Hungerford. 

Captain Schade and Sergeant Rosenzweig 

vSwede Johnson and Beat Jones. 

Darling and Goof Harris. 

Whittenberger and Joseph. 

Anderson and Noren. 

McLennan and Goodspeed. 

Sergeant Cator and Ernie Bruce. 

Ben Gaylor and Skinny McGlinn. 

Otto and Pennewill. 

Raggio and Travi. 

Balding and the Denver Post. 



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With a quarantine hanging over our heads in Camp Merritt, and noth- 
ing to do but entertain ourselves, we got out the gloves and mat. Our 
barracks provided excellent room for both boxing and wrestling. The 
hot showers looked pretty good after a few rounds with the gloves. 

Christmas was fast approaching and a smoker was on the bill for 
Christmas Eve. Every evening the boys were industriously engaged in 
flattening out each others maps. The men who were matched up for the 
smoker went into training (?) and for several days the barracks resembled 
a large sized training camp. 

PROGRAM OF THE SMOKER 

Wrestling 
Leach vs. Martin Burns vs. Walks 

Davis vs. Brown Kaser vs. Roberts 

Eaton vs. Schachter McCartney vs. Warden 

Bellows vs. Blaine Stringham vs. O'Bryan 
Nicolini vs. Molignoni Austin vs. Demos 

Boxing 

Craning vs. Graham Haas vs. Reisinger 

Ballowe vs. Bruce Lahey vs. Bankeiro 

- Violin Solo — Francis R. East lake 

Recitation — James W. Reed 

Rope Spinning — Louis Caplett 

Quartette 
Same Old Singers 

Brunell Noren Long and Stout 

Address — Edward J. Milne 
Dance — Raymond Darling 




Darling furnished indoor sport for us all. 



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T)o You T\ememb«i' ? 



"Back way to Camp"? 

The football game with the 146th? 

Dick Lahey getting married? 

The Jew canteens? 

Vail, the crap shooter? 

When we got our wool clothing? 

The Oregon Gang's shirt tail parade? 

The big snow? 

Argall getting confined to camp? 

The spark arresters at Camp Mills? 

The arrival of the Frisco gang? 

The scarlet fever goldbricks at Camp Mills ^ 

The night the canteen was washed out? 

The wood details? 

That physical exam, in the Y. M. C. A. tent? 

The service firing? 

The day "Beat" lost his quad? 

The horse detail? 



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Tree Medical Treatment 

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Sat. 12. 
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In quarantine in Camp Merritt, New Jersey. The New 
Year is ushered in by a snow storm. Over forty men 
have been sent to the hospital with scarlet fever. 

Embarkation lists posted. Numerous rumors that we 
will embark soon. Kangaroo Court finds Sehnell guilty 
of breaking regulations. 

We carry our barrack bags to the warehouse and load 
them into box-cars. 

Barrack bags are unloaded from train, and we are again 
placed under quarantine. 

We move to new barracks. 

Sergeant Barr attached to Regimental Headquarters and 
detailed to take care of mail. 

Regular Saturday inspection. Sergeant Cator taken sick. 

Goldbricks who tried to beat the hikes, scatter ashes on 
icy roads. Davis back from Springs. 

We move to new barracks. We are the last unit of our 
Division now remaining in America. 

Numerous Casuals attached to "C" Battery for rations. 

Orders posted regarding preparation for embarkation. 
New rumors about leaving. We clean up for the voyage. 

Packed our barrack bags to Cresskill and loaded them 
into baggage cars. It looks like good-bye now. 



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The Tuscania Hugged our Side Continually 




We Stocd on the Stern of the Baltic as the Tuscania Went Down. 



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CALENDAR-Continued 



January 1918. 



Mon. 21. Pay-day. We are ordered to leave tomorrow. Reveille 
at 1 :20 A. M. The men avail themselves of the oppor- 
tunity to visit New York for the last time. Large quan- 
tities of tobacco and sweets purchased for the voyage. 
We are forbidden to write of our departure. 

Tues. 22. We leave Camp at 4:00 A. M., entraining at Cresskill at 
5 A. M. We arrive at the pier at 8 A. M. Down the 
gang-plank of the S. S. "Baltic" at 10. "C" Battery is 
quartered in the steerage. No one allowed on deck. 
Utmost secrecy observed. 

Wed. 23. Sailed at 7:30 A. M. We take a final view of the harbor 
through the port holes in the dining room. Before 
sailing Cole was removed on account of mumps. Allowed 
on deck at 9:00 A. M. 

Thur. 24. We head north and well out to sea. Speed 15 knots. 

Fri. 25. Arrived at Halifax 10 A. M. Piloted into the harbor 
about noon. Several transports already in harbor. Good 
view of ruined city. Battery given sighting and aiming 
drill with rifles. 

Sat. 26. Our convoy is being formed. We take on coal. Detail 
brings beer on board for officers. Sgt. Ballowe is landed 
stricken with mumps. 

Sun. 27. Convoy starts at 2 P. M. 11 transports and one British 
Cruiser fall into line, the "Baltic" taking the lead. We 
follow the coast line all day. Extremely cold. No 
lights, nor cigarette smoking on deck at night. 

Mon. 28. Convoy changes formation. We are now formed in 
three columns of four each, with cruiser in the lead. 
Speed of ten knots. 

TuES. 29. Heavy seas. Ships again change positions. Weather 
cold and crisp. Band Concert. We have on board ship 
Major-General Crozier, Chief of Ordnance, U. S. Army; 
Irvin Cobb, writer; Major Bishop, Canadian Aviator; 
and Capt. Robert Warwick, movie actor. Lots of war 
news. 

Wed. 30. Freezing weather continues. We wear life belts and 
attend boat drills daily at 3 P. M. Some seasickness. 
The food is not very good. Complaint is registered with 
the Colonel who can find no fault with same. 



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C ALE N D AR— Con t inued 



February 1918. 



Fri. 1. Our quarters down in the hold are becoming very close 
and foul smelling. Fresh air is forced down from deck 
through canvas tube. 

Sat. 2. We strike the gulf stream and weather is warmer. Men 
sleep on deck wherever possible. Rumors of submarines 
and the danger zone. Major Nivens relates experiences 
on the front. 

Sun. 3. Heavy seas running. We enter the submarine zone. 
Pick up convoy of eight British Destroyers. They take 
position, four on each side of the convoy. 

TuES. 5. We are still in the danger zone and the utmost precaution 
is exercised to safeguard us. Life belts are never re- 
moved. The guard is trebled. All ships follow zig-zag 
course. We enter the Irish Channel. The Tuscania is 
torpedoed at 5:26 P. M. Report reaches us by wireless 
that two hundred men went to the bottom with the 
Tuscania. 

Wed. 6. We enter the port of Liverpool at 1 P. M. Disembark 
at 2 P. M. We entrain, for Winchester, leaving Liverpool 
at 2:30. We arrived at Winchester at 1 1 P. M. 

Thur. 7. In Camp Winnall Down, three miles from Winchester. 
We have our shoes repaired. 

Fri. 8. We visit Winchester Cathedral. We get bath, the first 
time in a month. Food is scarce and prices are high. 
The children on the streets beg us for pennies. 

Sat. 9. We leave Camp Winnall Down at 6:30 A. M. Entrain- 
ed at Winchester at 9 A. M. Arrived at Southampton 
at 10 A. M. We leave Southampton on board the Prince 
George at 5 P. M. for France. We pass the Isle of Wight 
and the famous checkered forts. 

Sun. 10. The sea is running high and the ship is tossed about like 
a cork. The men are packed like sardines, without sleep- 
ing quarters. Everybody without exception becomes 
violently sick. We make port at 2. A. M. Disembark 
at Le Havre 8 A. M. Hike to rest Camp No. 1. Four 
French boys sing Tipperary for us. 

Mon. 11. Practice hike in afternoon to sea coast. View wrecked 
ships on rocky shore. To-day, for the first time since 
our enlistment, we are permitted to purchase light wines 
and liquors. 

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T)o You Re member \ 



Bill Eubank raising HELL? 

Loberg trying to clean up the Cavalry? 

Balding's tales of Paris? 

The rough necks, including Cochran, at Libourne? 

Schomaker and his Goldbrick baseball job? 

Pew as Ty Cobb? 

Sergeant Robert's phonograph? 

Come fill up my cup! Come fill up my cup!? 

Peck's arrival with a gas mask and helmet? 

Corporal Cole? 

The Reunion? 

Elsie Janis? 

The Chink and his squirrel? 

"Steamboat" as a monkey? 

When Bob Eubank was sober? 

Our officers donning overalls? 

Jeff Davis, aviator? 



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Cdmp De Sovoe 



DAYS AT CAMP DE SOUGE 



It was in February, while after two days and nights of suffering and 
being bounced and jolted from side to side of those frail and wabbly little 
box ears of the French Troop trains we finally, to our great relief and com- 
fort, arrived at Camp de Souge. We found the Camp to be a true haven of 
rest. Upon leaving New York the previous month we set out on a journey 
which was filled with thrills, hardships and inconveniences. We were 
fifteen days in crossing the Atlantic and in taking a northerly course the 
intense cold was very disagreeable. Seasickness was prevalent and the 
grub was "pas bon." We entered the Irish Sea and were thrilled by the 
sinking of the ship to our rear, the Tuscania. We arrived in Liverpool 
where we appreciated the opportunity to once again set foot on "Terra 
Firma." 

After enduring a torturing trip across England and a sickening trip 
across the English Channel and a few stiff hikes in Le Havre, we found 
ourselves willing and jubilant to settle down for a quiet repose in Camp 
de Souge with its mild and agreeable climate. 

Our time at the camp was taken up mostly by having a good time. 
Shortly after arriving there most of the Battery left for various schools 
at or near Paris. While these men were attending school we all know 
that they fully enjoyed and appreciated their opportunity to see Paris and 
that they took advantage of their position and found that Paris offers a 
very pleasant resort for recreation. 

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It was here that we first became acquainted with the French and found 
them to be very sociable and pleasant. They enjoyed a good time and 
exerted every means to assure us of a pleasant stay while in their country. 

We had various activities while there. "C" Battery formed a base- 
ball team and contested a few good games with other outfits in the camp. 
We had an occasional scrub-game of football. The "Y" erected tennis 
and basketball courts which provided recreation for the men who find 
sport in these activities. Probably the most sport in the camp was offered 
by the Chinks. We were continuously pestering them and inciting them 
to anger which we would quell with a few rotten eggs. They were a source 
of amusement to us and were the object of all of our evil designs which 
proved to be harmless sport, both factors enjoying equally, except in 
extreme cases when the Chinks would get the worst of the deal. 

After six weeks or so at school our fellows returned and shortly 
after we drew our guns, tractors and trucks. From the time we were 
issued our equipment the days were filled with hard and laborious work. 
Here we learned the fundamentals of the guns and of their use. We were 
a proud bunch when our guns pulled into camp and parked in our own 
gun park and became a part of "C" Battery. Ever since we left for a 
training camp we were anxious for our guns and at various times thought 
the six inch rifles were too good for us and that we would be turned into 
doughboys. So when we finally got our guns and equipment we were a 
proud and happy organization and had clear visions of the front and of 
fighting the Hun as we chose, as artillerymen and with the G. P. F., 
the best gun of its caliber in the world. 

After a few weeks of drilling and convoys and finally four days of 
service firing, in which our regiment excelled all previous regiments hand- 
ling the G. P. F.'s we left Camp de Souge on May 8th for Castillon, and 
took our first step to the front. 




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Wine, Women and Song Could be Found Outside the Gate. 




POULOS, the first man in the second row, was the only Colorado Springs 
bov killed in action. 






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CALENDAR Continued 

February 1918. 

TuES. 12. We prepare to leave Le Havre. The Regiment is formed 
with the band in the lead, playing popular airs, including 
the Marseillaise and the Star Spangled Banner. We hike 
a distance of six miles through Le Havre to the railroad 
station. Watch German prisoners of war perform labor in 
the yards. After six hours rest we were loaded into French 
box-cars. Hommes 40. Chevaux 8. 

Wed. 13. We spend a miserable night in the cars. Flat wheels 
give cars a rolling effect. At noon we arrive at Le Mans, 
where we rest an hour. 

Thur. 14. We arrive at Bordeaux, 5:30 A. M. Arrived at Camp 
de vSouge at 11 A. M. We are issued cots and straw for 
ticks. 

Fri. 15. We get shower baths. No work to do. 

Sat. 16. We explore the camp, visiting the French canteens and 
the Y. M. C. A. 

Mon. 18. Battery takes hike. The men investigate the turpentine 
cups on the trees. Rats in the barracks. 

Wed. 20. Mai Graham takes the Battery for a hike to Martigny. 
Wine replaces water in the Canteens. 
Big day in the history of "C" Battery. 

Sun. 24. Baseball squad makes its initial appearance. 

Mon. 25. About sixty men, including Lieutenants Turner and Bos- 
sart, leave to attend the French automobile school near 
Paris. 

Wed. 27. We learn the knack of tying knots with heavy rope under 
the instruction of Lieut. Merriman. 

Thur. 28. Muster today. We received pay at 9 P. M. 



March 1918. 

Fri. 1. Cleave leaves for Libourne. 

Sat. 2. Regular Saturday inspection. Schomaker, Beneka and 
Lahey hike to St. Medard. 

Sun. 3. Passes issued to Bordeaux. 

Mon. 4. We put the big guns into position. 

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T)o You Rememlwirf 



The sacrifice battery? 

The M. P. escort for the 5th Division? 

"Heave," "Ready," "Fire?" 

How often the firing pins broke? 

When the men forgot to put fuses in the projectiles? 

Who ate all the jam, milk and good steaks? 

How surprised we were to see so many Americans on the front? 

Who had the best rations, the echelon or the guns? 

How hard it was to keep up with the Germans? 

The bacon grease and toast? 

How some men sounded off to the men just arriving on the front? 

"Show us your pictures, Ned?" 

The German propaganda? 

Who used the candles? 

"I'm selling for just what it cost me?" 

"Have you got any "Bull?" 

When you were glad there was a war? 

The oranges from the aeroplanes? 

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CALENDAR— Continued 

March 1918. 

Wed. 6. Gun pits completed. 

Sat. 9. Capt. Hungerford takes the Battalion for a hike. Inspec- 
tion in the afternoon. Jimmy Cochran leaves for Paris 
to attend school. 

Tues. 12. Forest fire. 

Wed. 13. Secretary Baker and General Pershing visit Camp de 
Souge. The Secretary of War was elated with our 
equipment. Corpl. Floyd A. Johnson detailed to Li- 
bourne. 

Sat. 16. Corpl. Graning arrives from England. 

Sun. 17. "C" Battery defeats "A" Battery in first baseball game 
of season. Fight between negroes and Chinamen. 

Thur. 21. French woman peddler enters camp to sell smutty pic- 
tures. Guns and tractors arrive. Expected German 
drive begins. 

Sat. 23. Usual inspection. "C" Battery complimented by the 
Colonel. The big Bertha, range seventy miles, opens 
fire on Paris. Rosenzweig proves conclusively that there 
is no such gun in existence. 

Wed. 27. We go out on convoy and experience great difficulty in 
getting the guns into position. 

Sun. 31. Easter Sunday. The students from Paris return. 

Bring vivid tales of air raids, wild women and gaiety. 
Capt. O'Donnell in charge of "C" Battery. 



April 1918. 

Tues. 2. First night convoy. Midnight lunch. 

Thur. 4. Two French seventy-fives blow up during target practice. 

Fri. 5. Malarkey and Gill transferred from Brigade Headquarters 
to "C" Battery. Overman and Sgt. Purdy transferred 
from the Supply to "C" Battery. 

Sat. 6. Inspection by Colonel Cavendar. Baseball game be- 
tween the 148th and the 51st C. A. C. 

Mon. 8. All day convoy. 

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THE BIG FOUR 

Rosenzweig, Cator, Santschi and Erlbrookes. 




ALLIES! 



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i)o You r\e>T>em\>ei' f 



The fire extinguishers at Merritt? 

The gang that went to church to get a good Sunday dinner: 

vSteamboat on guard with his fire bucket? 

Lilley storming New York society? 

Bill Sells' uncle and his cigarettes? 

The train ride to the ferry? 

Trying to get a farewell look at the Statue of Liberty? 

Ballowe being removed from the boat. 

Semaphoring to the men aboard the Tuscania? 

Our first touch of sea-sickness? 

The Monte Carlo on the boat? 

The smell of the dining room 

How we took the English food? 

How we used to buy pies on the Q. T. from the cook? 

Guard duty on the ship? 

The fire extinguisher falling on the floor? 

Taking a peep at the engine? 

Ducking life-boat drill? 



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We were Equipped with the Latest French Guns. 




This is the way they appeared when ready for action. 



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CALENDAR Continued 

April 19 18. 

Thur. 9. Sgts. Roberts, Leonard, Harley and MeAnineh, Corpl. 
Cole, Henry Harris, Harry Hunt, John Reisinger and 
Francis Hinds rejoin the Battery. 

Fri. 10. Q. M. detail of twenty men to Bordeaux. Night convoy. 
Capt. O'Donnell transferred to Headquarters. Capt. 
Hungerford turns over the Battalion to Lieutenant-Colonel 
Sinclair and takes charge of "C" Battery. 

Sat. 13. Erlbrookes transferred to Headquarters Company. 

Sun. 14. Over-seas caps issued to the Battery. Caused no little 
amusement. Sgt. Negus appointed Provost Sergeant. 
Jim Peck arrives from America. 

Mon. 15. The Germans are still driving for Amiens and Calais. 
Purdy transferred back to the Supply. 

Wed. 17. Le Quatte and Tyson transferred to 1st Corps. Sgt. 
Harley and Corpl. Cole reduced one grade. 

Thur. 18. Harem reports for duty. 

Fri. 19. Seven Corporals appointed. Peck reduced to Private 
without prejudice. 

Mon. 22. Our officers commence firing with the 75's. 

TuES. 23. Corporal Negus transferred to "B" Battery. Leonard 
made Corporal. 

Wed. 24. The first Battalion leaves Camp de Souge. Sweeney, 
Noyer and Johnson become first-class privates. 

Thur. 25. Lieut. Rounds attached to "C" Battery. Williams, Chap- 
pie, Bruce and Raleigh Harris promoted to the rank of 
Corporal. 

Sat. 27. Lieut. John J. Dunn attached to Battery. 

Mon. 29. Corporal Cox made Wagoner. Eaton leaves for officers 
school. 

TuES. 30. We place guns into position beyond St. Jean. Lieut. 
McAllaster attached to the Battery. 

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The Boys who "Put 'em over. 





Battery Front 



Our Officers used the French 75's during 
their training. 



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C ALE N DAR— Continued 

May 1918. 

Wed. 1. Beginning of service firing. First section fires first. 
Everybody scared and a little gun shy. The explosion 
is terrific. Third battalion leaves Camp de Souge. 

Thur. 2. We change gun positions. 

Fri. 3. Service firing continues. 

Sat. 4. Service firing completed. No targets left at which to 
fire. Our officers make remarkable showing and receive 
praise from the French Mission. 

Sun. 5. A regiment of negro Engineers arrive at Camp de Souge. 

Mon. 6. We make preparations for departure. We believe we are 
going to Libourne. 

Wed. 8. We left Camp de Souge at 8:10 A. M. Passed through 
Bordeaux at noon. Arrived at Castillon at 5 P. M. 

Thur. 9. The day is spent in policing up billets. First band con- 
cert in Castillon. Populace turns out to enjoy the music. 

Fri. 10. Gas Mask drill. 

Sun. 12. Mother's Day. Every soldier in the A. E. F. is requested 
by General Pershing to write a letter to his mother this 
day. Pay-day. 

Mon. 13. Fair day in Castillon. Numerous booths and open shops 
lined the streets. 

Tues. 14. Convoy- 

Thur. 16. Second Battalion convoy. Guns placed in firing position 
near Libourne. 

Sat. 18. Parks reports for duty from the hospital. 

Sun. 19. Band Concert. 

Mon. 20. Fair day in Castillon. 

Wed. 22. First hike in gas masks. 

Thur. 23. Ike Anderson returns from hospital. Second battalion 
convoy. Place guns into position on the other side of 
Libourne. 

Fri. 24. We camouflage the gun positions. This is our first work 
in camouflaging. 

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T)o You Remember . 



"Put out that light?" 

When we fired our first shot at the Huns? 

The first shell that went over our heads? 

The swim in the lake near our first position? 

How far away the front was? 

The night spies cutting our telephone wires? 

"Chevaux 8 — Hommes 40?" 

Going to Paris for ammunition? 

The farmers harvesting their crops? 

The buzz of the German aeroplanes? 

How the "Frogs" took a monopoly on the roads? 

How excited we were when we got our issue of Melinite? 

How great we thought our danger was? 

Our first gas alarm? 

The time you were afraid to eat your supper because you thought 
it was gassed? 

The five gas casualties? 

Baxter using mud for a gas mask? 

The night the German plane dropped star shells? 



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Entrance to the Ancient City 
of Castillon. 



A Donkey and Cart was the Uncertain Means of 
Transportation. 




A Lecture on the River Bank. 



The Horses were all at the Front. 



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DAYS AT CASTILLON 

We blew into this little place about four o'clock one sunny afternoon 
and were welcomed to a town which met with our approval in every 
respect. It was small but not too small; on the banks of a river that 
offered good swimming holes; was peopled with generous and sociable 
inhabitants; was clean and nestled among gentle sloping hills which, in 
an indescribable way, excluded it from the outside world and gave to it 
an atmosphere of peace and comfort; probably the best of all were the 
pretty girls that lived here. 

France has its pretty girls and the quaint little city of Castillon was 
not slighted. We mention the girls because at Castillon was the first time 
we were billeted among the natives and at that time they were a novelty 
to us and the beautiful daughters won our hearts at first sight. The study- 
ing of French was the prevalent occupation and under the tutelage of 
some attractive little mademoiselle we quickly became versed in the 
knowledge of their language. You can bet we were very proficient in 
the use of the various love and courtship phrases and used them over and 
over, but always found willing ears and sympathetic hearts. 

We indulged in much pleasure and merriment but we kept distinct 
our time for work, and put in the majority of our time learning to handle 
our guns in battle maneuvers. A part of each week was set aside for 
battalion convoy. Our first convoys were two days in length but as we 
became more and more skilled in the operations on maneuvers our con- 
voys later were four and five days in length. The convoys we went on, 
were the real stuff. Travel all night and work all day or travel all day 
and work all night. They tested our endurance. It was all the same as 
what we went through on the western front except firing the shots and 
killing the men. The weather did not enter into the matter. A convoy 
left when scheduled, whether the weather was agreeable or not. In fact, 
outside of the actual killing, we had and underwent everything on our con- 
voys that confronted us at the front, except that famous and detested 
product of France, MUD. It was here that we put on the finishing touches 
and learned the game as we were to play it. We learned the game from 
A to Z and when we opened up at Chateau-Thierry two months later it 
was only a repetition of our activities in Castillon. 

On Sundays the regiment would be free and in the afternoon our band 
would give a concert. A stranger alighting at Castillon on a Sunday 
afternoon would not dream of war aside from the fact that nearly all of 

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the males were clad as United States soldiers, there would not be the least 
doubt in his mind but what the world was enjoying peace and prosperity. 
The love-siek men would call on their girls and go promenading. The 
bashful boys would sit in the park and amuse the little children. The 
restless ones would wander about the town, take in all the sights and 
occasionally flirt with a passing mademoiselle. On the whole it was 
similar to a peaceful American village and when on the 4th of July we 
were ordered to the front it was with regret that we left the joyous little 
haven and with faces set and firm we marched away, to experience the 
"Great Adventure." 



Castillon, June 27, 1918. 

To the Commanding Officer 148th Field Artillery: 

We, the undersigned habitants of the village of Castillon, wish to 
express to your valiant troops our appreciation of the great services 
rendered on the occasion of the fire which broke out in the morning in 
our village. 

On this sinister occasion, which endangered the town and threatened 
to destroy a portion of it, your men, with courage and on their own initia- 
tive, overcame the obstacles and difficulties of the fire, and at the same time 
to have a great regard for our welfare and the preservation of the town. 
They overcame all these circumstances and showed their courage and the 
proverbial individuality of the American, which showed them to be second 
to none in spirit and devotion. 

Thanking Providence for having been spared from greater misfortune 
by your brave boys from Noble America, we have chosen to say to them 
how much we appreciate their efforts for the way they conducted them- 
selves for our interest. We feel that this comes from our most gratuitous 
hearts. 

B. Dinars, L. Darfooiulle V. Clamont, 

F. Cinveri, E. Ainds, Armand, 

F. Lefon, A. Guilhampaul, H. Boinefout, 

Y. Trache, Coulombons, Fouriand, 

B. Lamartine, Rouix, Gouiu, 

L. Lamartine, L. F. Burnateau, L. Tages, 

E. Lefevre, Grenier, Ch. Gouiu, 

V. Bertram, V. Arlot, L. Cauatin, 

Kremiave, 

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l)o loo Remember ; 



Kindsfater's fight with Austin? 

Evans being lost in New York? 

Your Thanksgiving dinner, 1917? 

"Alabama's coming?" 

The shower baths at Camp Mills? 

Saying, "So this is Paris?" 

"Sound off, Decker?" 

The Italian Aviator at Mineola? 

The hike to Mt. Morrison? 

Lilley missing the train at Los Angeles? 

The back fence at Clackamas? 

The Bull Pen? 

Maharry's cake? 

Bovard returning with the shrapnel report? 

The night the prisoners escaped? 

The dance given by the Mothers' Club? 

Your swim in the Clackamas river? 

The Sunday Maneuvers? 



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Scenes at Castillon and Libourne. 



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CALENDAR Continued 



May 1918. 



Sat. 25. Men leave Castillon in trucks to see camouflaged posi- 
tions. 

Sun. 26. Aviator takes pictures of camouflaged positions from 
aeroplane. "C" Battery was successfully hidden from 
view. 

Mon. 27. Guns placed in position in ancient grave yard. Bones 
were dug up in constructing pits. 

Fri. 31. Gas mask drill under special instructor. Men try out 
masks in gas chamber. Lecture on gas. 



June 1918. 

Sat. 1. More gas drill. Inspection. 

TuES. 4. Body of a soldier who drowned in the river Dordogne is 
recovered. French women in hysterics. 

We-d. 5. Twenty minute hike in gas masks. 

Thur. 6. Gun drill with gas masks on. We double time in the 
mask. Inspection by the dentist. 

Fri. 7. We turn in the French gas mask. We understand that 
the Germans are using a gas which renders the French 
mask useless. 

Sat. 8. Inspection. The papers show that the Americans are 
massing at Chateau-Thierry. 

Mon. 10. More hikes. It is rumored that we will be sent to the 
Chateau-Thierry front. 

Tues. 11. We construct gun pits and connecting trenches while 
wearing our masks. Ike Nifong transfers from the 146th 
back to the Battery. 

Thur. 13. The battalion goes out on convoy and holds maneuvers. 
Simulated fire on nearby villages. 

Fri. 14. The battery returns from convoy. 

Sun. 16. The men take hikes into the country exploring ancient 
churches and old chateaux. 

Mon. 17. Convoy and maneuver for the first and third sections. 
Nicolini and Raynor back from hospital. 

Wed. 19. Simulated firing continued on villages. 

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We Opened Registration Fire on Chateau-Thierry July 9. 




One of our Shells Made a Direct Hit on an Ammunition Train July 10. 



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CALENDAR -Continued 

June 1918. 

Thur. 20. Inspection of camouflage by brigade commander. Akin 
back for duty from hospital. 

Fri. 21. Tommy Graning has a wisdom tooth pulled. 

Sat. 22. Sgt. Sells and other men who are instructing the 57th 
C. A. C. return to the Battery. Fred Jensik transfers 
to the Supply Company. 

Sun. 23. Concert in the afternoon. Sgt. Haugsten makes bicycle 
trip into the country. 

Mon. 24. Gas mask hike. Harris bets that the war will be ended 
by Christmas 1918. 

Tues. 25. Gas mask close order drill. Lieut. Turner, Sgt. Ballowe 
and Corpl. Harris off to gas school. 

Thur. 29. Billeting detail leaves for Coulomiers. John Lahey 
transfers to the Battery from the Supply. 



July 1918. 
Mon. 



Tues. 2. 
Wed. 3. 



Thur. 4. 



Fri. 



Sat. 6. 



Estes and Miller back from the hospital. Clarence 
McLennan pays Goodspeed a visit. 

Rumors that we are to be sent to the front at once. 

We pack our barrack bags and turn them in to the Q. M. 
Lieut. McAllaster assigned to "C" Battery. 

The 146th leaves for the front. "C" Battery men go 
to Libourne to see them off. 

"C" Battery on the one -hundred forty-second anniver- 
sary of the Declaration of Independence leaves Castillon 
for the front. Wessell, Estes and McCaskill move in on 
a keg of wine. 

We pass through Tours, twelve noon. Pass through the 
Suburbs of Paris about eight P. M. The American Red 
Cross served us coffee today. 

We arrive at La Ferte Gaucher at 3 A. M. We unload 
the guns and trucks. We can hear firing on the front. 
We visit a huge hole near the station caused by a bomb 
dropped by a Boche Aviator. Final gas mask inspection 
by Lieut. Turner. Many men shave to guarantee perfect 
fitting mask. The road leading to the front is one solid 
line of speeding motor vehicles. They are driven by 
French and Chinese in French uniform, and are packed 
with French infantrymen. We start overland for the 
front, a distance of 18 miles. At 7:30 P. M. we make 
camp for the night. 



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Cooties 



We all know what he is. Those who don't, have lacked the greatest 
joy a soldier can have. Did we say joy? We beg your pardon — we mean 
misery- Yes, real misery, with the sting left in. They are a perfectly 
harmless pest when left to their own pursuits, but when they once find 
you to be a suitable hunting ground they stick to you like the paper to the 
wall. They are quite content to rest peaceful during the day but at night 
they find no greater pleasure than in frolicking about your anatomy, 
holding sweepstake races around your neck. Why they persist in hold- 
ing their carnivals at night we have never been able to find out. But 
we do know if it were not for the cooties and gas alarms a soldier could 
rest and sleep quite comfortably when his tired body seeks its haven. 

We have in our Battery a hard boiled corporal who saw service on the 
Mexican Border, that delights in giving these harmless pests a home for 
life. If cooties were to us as they are to him they would be one of the 
least of our worries. 

It is a very good idea to keep your six shooter loaded, for at midnight, 
when you are awakened by their love squirms, you are apt to find one or 

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two large enough to demand a man's size bullet, and it is a duty to your 
country to extinguish the life of the foe which recognizes neither the 
righteousness of our cause nor the folly of our enemies. 

They squirm, crawl, wiggle and scratch on all and every part of your 
anatomy, and how a fellow gets accustomed to them, well, after providing 
them with perfectly good homes for the past six months, we are about to 

find out. 

A soldier is known by the cooties he keeps. 
How many little cooties have you? 



TAKE ME BACK TO OLD AMERICA 

Take me back to old America 

Where the folks are civilized. 
Where we can shed our O. D. clothing 

And not be criticized. 
Where they have got no hard-boiled Colonels 

Watching every move we make, 
To see that we don't miss inspections 

And the usual hikes we take. 

Take me where the grub is plenty 

And where there's plenty of pie and cake 
Where a stack of hots costs twenty, 

Where we can get a T-bone steak. 
Where there are no regulations 

And we don't line up for chow, 
And we've got no loud-mouthed K. P.'s 

To tell us where and when and how. 

Take me where there are no guard mounts, 

Nor no Officers of the Day, 
Coming around most any minute, 

To have me halt him in the proper way. 
Where we can hear no shrapnel bursting, 

And dug-outs a thing of the past. 
Where we can live in peace and harmony 

For the remainder of the time we last. 

Take me where they all talk English, 

And we can mix with our own kind. 
Where we can see the Statue of Liberty, 

Which has always been in our mind. 
Land of Liberty and Freedom, 

The land that we all love the best. 
Take me back to old America, 

Let me live there with the rest. 



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We moved over to Dormans, as the Germans had crossed the River Marne and gained a 

foothold there. 







In the Wake of our Advance. 



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July 1918. 

vSUN. 



Mon. 8. 



Tues. 9. 



CALENDAR Continued 

Awakened at 12 midnight and resumed the march. The 
guns wait for "D" Battery. The signal detail goes up 
to the front and puts in communication. Officers go 
ahead on reconnaisance. Ammunition detail returns to 
La Ferte Gaucher for ammunition. 

Our guns are in position ready to fire at 5 A. M. Several 
shells come over but land to our rear. Brownie loses 
his gas mask and climbs a tree. We see several air 
battles during the day- 

From 3 A. M. till 6 A. M. there is heavy firing. With 
Tommy Graning as gunner and Christenson at the lan- 
yard "C" Battery fires its first shot of the war at 4:31 
P. M. We fired 1 1 rounds on buildings in Chateau- 
Thierry, making several direct hits. 



Wed. 10. Last night our telephone wires were cut by spies. A 
detail will guard the lines tonight. Two Boche planes, 
the first which we have identified as being German, fly 
overhead. Dug-outs constructed. 

Thur. 11. At four A. M. the Germans continued firing on areas to 
our rear. It rains all day. 

"C" Battery opens fire again, the second section firing 
for registration. Sgt. Rosenzweig goes to the hospital. 
The men spend the day in camouflaging the guns and 
constructing communication trenches. 

Fri. 12. Germans send more shells over at 1:30 A. M. "C" 
Battery opens firing at 7 :30 P. M. All guns fire all night. 

Sat. 13. Several air battles but otherwise quiet. Packed blankets 
and rolls ready to move. The men take a bath in the lake. 
"E" Battery has casualties. One of the guns of the 146th 
explodes, killing one Sergeant. More firing at night. 
One year ago today we were following the peaceful pur- 
suits of the civilian. 

Sun. 14. We receive orders to open fire again at 2:15 A. M. Rumors 
of Hun attack. Quiet all day. 11 P. M. the firing is 
recommenced. Heavy artillery firing all along the front. 

Mon. 15. Terrific firing all morning. Continual roar from mid- 
night till after dawn. Sky lighted continuously by flashes 
from the guns. Germans cross the Marne. 



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Bridge Over the Marne Below Chateau Thierry. 



CITATION 



A. L. 4 C. A., U. S. 



Le Lieutenant-Colonel Commandant l'A. L. du 4 C. A. A. est heureux 
de transmettre aux Unites Amerieaines sous ses ordres les felicitations 
du General Commandant l'Artillerie du C. A. pour les resultats obtenus 
dans la preparation de l'attaque du 12 Septembre. 

Le Lieutenant-Colonel Commandant l'A. L. sait que ees resultats 
sont le fruit de la bonne volonte et de l'energie de tous et que les difficul- 
tes renonntrees n'ont pu etre surmontees que grace aux efforts de tours, 
a tous les eshelons. Pour sa part, il est fier d'avoir commande aux bat- 
teries qui ont contribue a ecrire le 12 Septembre une des belles pages de 
l'histoire de la Republique des Etats-Unis et il est heureux de pouvoir 
leur dire qu'elles se sont montrees dans la tache sommune les egales do leurs 
aoeurs ainees francaises. 

Le 14 Septembre 1918. 

Le Lieutenant-Colonel Coppens 
Commandant l'A. L. 4 C. A. ,11. S. 




The Results of Our Accurate Firing. 



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CALENDAR Continued 



Julv 1918. 



Tubs. 16. We move to a new position closer to Chateau-Thierry. 
Everybody needs sleep. Expect casualties in this posi- 
tion. Penniwell brings tobacco up to the guns. The 
Ford turns topsy-turvy with Graham, Kurtz and O'Bryan, 
no one injured. Lieut. Hart and Sgt. Leonard left for the 
United States yesterday, where they are to be instructors 
in the Field Artillery. 

Wed. 17. We move to Fransauge, where we prepare to fire on 
bridges across the Marne. We are warned of the accur- 
acy of the Hun Artillery by members of the 109th infan- 
try. We meet here the first stragglers of the war. We 
open fire at 10:30 A. M. and put over an intense barrage 
which lasted many hours. Heavy rain. "C" Battery 
men go up front and return with gassed and wounded 
soldiers. 

Thur. 18. 1 A. M. gas alarm. We wear our masks for one and a 
half hours. Nine gas "casualties." Baxter loses his mask 
and uses mud as a substitute. This is the beginning of 
the Allied counter-offensive. 

Fri. 19. Heavy firing continues. Boche aviator drops star shells 
to locate our position. Orders are given to cease firing 
while he is in the vicinity. Souvenir hunters go up 
front and return with trophies. Rumors that the 148th 
Field Artillery has been mentioned in special orders as 
being very efficient, very accurate and always on the job. 
Order issued today authorizing the men to wear gold 
service chevron. 

Sat. 20. The Germans have evacuated Chateau-Thierry. We 
cross the Marne west of Chateau-Thierry and await 
orders. 

Sun. 21. We rest near the Marne. The Germans are on the run. 
We get paid here. 

Mon. 22. We go into position in the Bois de Rochet, near old Ger- 
man dressing station. We are now on territory formerly 
held by the Huns. Near by is a Hun grave yard, the 
resting place of twenty-seven "good" Dutchmen. One 
has been buried but twenty-four hours previous. En 
route to this position we pass through the remains of 
Vaux, seeing for the first time Huns killed in action. 



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The Evolution Of A Veteran 
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Do You Remember . 



Dead Man's Curve? 

Whose dug-out was the first built? 

The Capstan? 

The Powder Monkeys? 

"Under Cover?" 

When the paint on the guns was blistered? 

Whose section brought down an aeroplane? 

Whose section could fire the most rapidly? 

How well we liked Salmon? 

The first time you thought Germany was ready to quit? 

How we originated rumors? 

The men we picked up? 

"Everybody outside, firing data?" 

Happy Townsend? 

When you ran out of gas? 

The echelon "birds?" 

How often the guns took to the ditch? 

"All together, 'Heave'?" 



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Thirty Feet Underground was a German First Aid Station. 




We Ate and Slept on these Graves. 



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Q. G. 17 th July, 1918. 
VI ARMY. 

38 Army Corps. 

GENERAL ORDER NO. 343. 

The General commanding the 38th Army Corps, congratulates all 
groupments of American Artillery, and French A. D. and A. L. group- 
ments of the Army for their co-operation in the defense of the Marne. 

Although fatigued under an intense bombardment, causing sensible 
losses, upsetting the liaisons, they have accomplished with energy all 
their missions from the beginning to the end of the action, with a constant 
care to co-ordinate their efforts and support at all costs the troops engaged, 
and this not only on our front, but supporting also the units in the vicinity. 

Troops and Staff may take their share of the success obtained over 
the enemy, which has been entirely thrown back beyond the river, on the 
front of our army corps. 

The present order will be read as soon as possible in all the batteries. 

General commanding the 38th Army Corps. 

(Signed) DE MONDESIR. 



P. C. 18th July, 1918. 
REGIMENTAL ORDER No. 519. 

The Major commanding the p. c. of the 81st R. A. L., and the group- 
ment of A. L. A., is pleased to bring to the knowledge of all, the order of 
congratulations of the General, commanding the 38th Army Corps. 

In his name and in the name of Colonel Charlier, obliged to leave his 
command at the moment when he might have been able to assertain the 
happy result obtained, thanks to perfect organization of his command, 
and the impulse he has given to the units under his orders, he thanks the 
officers and troops which have made such a magnificent effort. Americans 
and French, aviators and artillerymen, with zeal and courage helped the 
infantry in stopping the enemy, and their conduct is beyond all praise. 

To all — Thanks. 

Major Blanchet, 

Commanding the 81st R. A. L., 

1st Groupment A. L. A. 

(Note.— The 148th F. A. operated with 
the sixth French Armv during the defense , 

of the Marne.) (Signed) BLANCHET. 

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CAPTAIN DANIEL W. KNOWLTON 

Declared that he would resign his commission and enlist in "C" Battery as a 
private rather than return to the States as an instructor. 



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CALENDAR-Continued 



July 1918. 



TuES. 23. The woods are filled with the graves of Americans and 
Germans. We open fire at 3:55 A. M. Men visit 
Chateau-Thierry and Hill 204, exploring the deserted 
German dug-outs. We have souvenirs in abundance, 
including machine guns, rifles, trench mortars, instru- 
ments, field glasses, ammunition, swords and helmets. 

Wed. 24. We continue the firing. The Yanks go over the top. 
We are firing on the Foret de Fere. We are issued service 
chevrons. 

Thurs. 25. President Poincare and Marshall Foch decorate Amer- 
ican soldiers in Chateau-Thierry. General Pershing is 
in the party. We receive seventeen men from replace- 
ment camp. March order at 4 P. M. 

Fri. 26. The Boche is retreating so fast that we experience diffi- 
culty in identifying the ever changing front. We rest 
for the day in the edge of the woods. Airplane guard 
established. Men visit Crown Prince's headquarters. 
Forbidden to enter woods on account of German mines 
concealed there. It was in a nearby field that women, 
operating German machine guns, were supposed to have 
been captured. 

Sat. 27. We move into position in the Bois de Barbillon, a little 
beyond Epieds. We have a helluva time getting into 
firing order on account of the mud. Ammunition is hauled 
up to the guns but we do not fire as the Germans have 
retreated beyond the range of our guns. The road was 
camouflaged and lined with machine gun nests. Pennewill 
brings up candy, gum and cigars. Frequent gas alarms 
but no gas. 

Sun. 28. We go into position near Beuvardes and are ready to 
fire early in the evening. Gas alarm during the supper 
hour. 

Mon. 29. Trouble is being caused by the trail spades refusing to 
take hold in the soft ground. We are firing at a high 
angle. The recoil pits are continually filled with water. 

Tues. 30. "C" Battery has premature bursts. Private Bebout, 
U. S. Infantry, killed. Several men wounded. Horse 
killed by the same shell. Boche aviator compels balloon 
observer to jump. Several gas alarms. "B" Battery 
is firing directly over our heads and in case of a premature 
burst we all would be wiped out. Sgt. Ballowe leaves 
for officers' school. 



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SERGT. GEORGE BALLOWE 

Left the outfit for Officers' School. 




Several Infantrymen were killed by a Premature Burst from the Guns. 



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HEADQUARTERS 66th F. A. BRIGADE 
AMERICAN E. F. 

August 14, 1918. 
General Orders No 6. 

1. The Heavy Artillery Commander desires to express to the officers 
and enlisted men of the 66th Field Artillery Brigade his appreciation of 
their untiring efforts under many trying situations that have confronted 
them since the beginning of the operations on the Marne on July 18, 1918. 

2. It must be gratifying to realize that you have been actively engaged 
in the first operation in which a Corps of American troops has participated. 
The operation resulted in the enemy's second retreat from the Marne. 

3. The knowledge of the results more than compensates you for the 
efforts you were called upon to put forth and should be an incentive to 
profit by the experience through which you have just passed, in order to 
be the more ready for such further efforts as may be demanded of you. 

E. D. Scott, 
Colonel, Field Artillery. 



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Gun Position — 

Hard Tack 



ARMY CHOW 



Black Coffee 



Corned Willy 



Echelon 



Beans Hot Cakes 

Bread Stew 

Coffee with Sugar 



Regimental Headquarters — 



Biscuits 

Tomatoes 



Pie 



Celery 



Roast Beef 



Mashed Potatoes 
Coffee with Sugar and Cream 



Brigade Headquarters — 

Doughnuts Choice Steaks 

Pie, Cake French Fried Potatoes 

Coffee and Wine 



S. O. S.— 

Soup 

Shrimp Salad 

Baked Turkey 

Mashed Potatoes 

Mince Pie 

Chocolate Cake 

Coffee 



Sweet Pickles 

Olives 

Creamed Peas 

Apple Sauce 

Fruit 

Cigars 

Champagne 



Crackers 

Waldorf Salad 

Oyster Dressing 

Sweet Potatoes 

Pumpkin Pie 
Cocoanut Cake 



Cigarettes 



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CALENDAR— Continued 

July 1918. 

Wed. 31. Germans shell ammunition dump to our left rear. Troops 
nearby scatter in all directions. B. C. station moves its 
position on account of danger of premature bursts from 
"B" Battery's guns. Aerial activity. Lieut. Knowlton 
detailed to the United States as instructor. Gas. 

August 1918. 

Thur. 1. Heavy artillery firing. Boche aviators make frequent 
flights above our gun positions, flying so low as to invite 
rifle fire. American planes flying overhead drop mes- 
sages in field nearby. The Boche is continuing his re- 
treat. 

Fri. 2. We continue harassing fire on cross roads and rear 
areas. 

Sat. 3. Firing discontinued, all guns. Inspection of personal 
equipment by Capt. Hungerford. The Colonel inspects 
the gun positions. 

Sun. 4. We are ordered to place the guns in traveling position 
and take out communication. We spend the night 
lined up along side the road. Heavy rain. Davis and 
Hale are sent to the echelon sick. Big mail from the 
States. The water is making everybody sick. 

Mon. 5. We leave Beuvardes at 6. A. M. and travel about 15 
kilometers. The roads are in bad condition and are 
being repaired by engineers. We leave road to take up 
position in valley at 4 P. M. We are unable to reach 
the gun platforms owing to the deep mud. The valley 
is shelled and many soldiers belonging to other outfits 
are killed and wounded. "C" Battery men, tired and 
sleepy, pay little attention to bursting shells. Capt. 
Hungerford receives instructions from Battalion Head- 
quarters regarding the use of Melinite. If the Boche 
counter-attacks we are to blow up our guns. Sneezing 
gas. 

TuES. 6. The sun comes out and drying up the mud makes the 
roads to the positions more favorable. Doughboys 
assist us in getting the guns out of the mud. Not in 
position to fire yet. Sgt. Sells leaves for the States as 
instructor. 

Wed. 7. Many Boche planes fly overhead making attacks on 
observation balloons to our rear. 

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G. H. Q. 
AMERICAN EXPEDITIONARY FORCES 

General Orders France, August 28, 1918. 

No. 143. 

It fills me with pride to record in General Orders a tribute to the ser- 
vice and achievements of the First and Third Corps, comprising the 1st, 
2nd, 4th, 26th, 28th, 32nd, and 42nd Divisions of the American Expedi- 
tionary Forces. 

You came to the battle field at the crucial hour of the Allied cause. 
For almost four years the most formidable army the world had as yet seen, 
had pressed its invasion of France, and stood threatening its capital. 
At no time had that army been more powerful or menacing than when, 
on July 15th, it struck again to destroy in one great battle the brave men 
opposed to it and to enforce its brutal will upon the world and civilization. 

Three days later, in conjunction with our Allies, you counter-attacked. 
The Allied Armies gained a brilliant victory that marks the turning point 
of the war. You did more than give our brave Allies the support to which, 
as a nation, our faith was pledged. You proved that our altruism, our 
pacific spirit, our sense of justice have not blunted our virility or our 
courage. You have shown that American initiative and energy are 
as fit for the test of war as for the pursuits of peace. You have justly 
won the unstinted praise of our Allies and the eternal gratitude of our 
countrymen. 

We have paid for our success in the lives of many of our brave com- 
rades. We shall cherish their memory always, and claim for our history 
and literature their bravery, achievement and sacrifice. 

This Order will be read to all organizations at the first assembly, for- 
mation after its receipt. 

John J. Pershing, 
General, Commander-in-Chief. 

Official: 

Robert C. Davis, 

Adjutant General. 

(Note — The 66th F. A. Brigade, fighting as Corps Artillery, was an im- 
portant factor in the offensive mentioned). 



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DIVISIONS WE SUPPORTED 



THE AISNE-MARNE OFFENSIVE. 





42 nd 



28t 






32nd 4 ^h 





77th 



3rd 



CALENDAR Continued 



August 1918. 



Wed. 7. They are the boldest aviators we have seen, ignoring the 
(Cont'd ) anti-air craft barrages and pay no attention to machine 
gun fire. Second section ready to fire at 4 A. M. All 
guns in firing position at 6 P. M. Sneezing gas. 

Thur. 8. The enemy is making a stand on the river Vesle. Num- 
erous shells fall near us. Our guns are firing continually, 
having great trouble with the firing pins. The breech 
blocks are changed, a new model being substituted for 
the old. Two Allied balloons shot down. The Germans 
have the supremacy of the air. The town of Chery 
Chartreuve is subjected to constant shelling. Sneezing 
gas. 

Fri. 9. We continue heavy firing. All American Artillery locat- 
ed in the valley is putting over fierce bombardment. 
Tractor drivers are heavily shelled at park. Unable to 
continue firing for a short interval on account of no 
ammunition. Batteries near by are heavilv shelled. 
Allied balloon forced to land. Sneezing gas. 

Sat. 10. We continue firing on sensitive points. Shells are light- 
ing in all sections of the valley. The Artillerymen 
directly in front of us are forced to take another position 
in the valley. Chery Chartreuve is heavily shelled. Ameri- 
can Artillery stationed there forced to vacate. Aeroplane 
duel in the afternoon. The General in command of the 
artillery inspects our position and decides that we had 
not sufficient dug-outs. Mustard gas shells fall at the 
position. Lieut. Turner gets into a gas suit, obtains a hand 
full of mud from the shell crater and each man in turn 
takes a smell of this deadly poison gas. Sneezing gas. 

Sun. 11. The Germans continue shelling the valley. March order 
at 1 1 A. M. Guns ordered on road at 500 yard interval. 
Two Boche aviators locate our position and order shell 
fire by wireless. Our positions heavily shelled for three- 
quarters of an hour. Three killed and thirteen wounded. 
The night is spent near the town of Coincy. 

Mon. 12. Rest. Lieut. Col. Sinclair assumes command of Regiment, 
Capt. Hungerford of 2nd Battalion. 

Tues. 13. Several men visit the big Bertha gun position. Lieut. 
Doran, "D" Battery, assumes command of Battery "C". 



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The "Big Bertha" Gun Position Camouflaged in the Woods 
Near the Town of Coiney. 




A French Tank 
in the Chateau-Thierry Sector. 




The "Big Bertha" Gun Posi- 
tion was Guarded by French 
Soldiers. 




The Marne Near Chateau-Thierry. 






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CALENDAR Continued 

August, 1918. 

Wed. 14. The hospital in Coincy is bombed by the Boehe. We are 
issued revolvers and wrap-leggins. 

Thur. 15. Because of our accurate shooting we are becoming known 
as the "Long Range Snipers." The Battery now is 
all together for the first time since we left for the front. 
The guns are put into firing position and given a thorough 
cleaning. Sergt. Otto takes an interest in the food and 
gives us hot cakes. Lieut. Doran's orders are that the 
kitchen will close with a snap at 8:30 A. M. 

Fri. 16. Orders to move. Reveille at 4 A. M. Convoy starts 
at 6:30 A. M. Camp established at Le Limon Farm, 
near Bezv-le-Gvery, a few kilometers southwest of 
Chateau-Thierry- 

Sat. 17. Guns taken down to be cleaned. A number of men 
visit La Ferte-sous-Jouarre, a distance of 15 kilometers, 
making the trip by truck. Stout, Engbeck, Bode, Haug- 
sten, Noren, T. Smith, Thornton, Deistlekamp, Miller, 
Hunt and Sargent visit Paris. 

Sun. 18. The motorcycle detail, Kindsfater, Henderson, Hodg- 
kinson, McCoy and Randall, leave for Brest. Men take 
daily baths in the bloody Marne. 

Tues. 20. We break camp and spend the night at Viels Maison. 

Wed. 21. Continued the convoy, passing through Mont Mirail and 
Sezanne. Crossing the river Seine and camping for the 
night near Mery-sur-Seine. 

Thur. 22. We pass through Prey-sur-Aube and Vaupoisson and 
camp for the night near Soulaines. 

Fri. 23. We arrive at Bouzancourt shortly after noon. Men go 
swimming in the creek. Everybody disappointed be- 
cause there were no girls in the village. 

Sat. 24. Guns taken to river and given bath. Inspection by 
the Colonel in the afternoon. Everybody is dissatis- 
fied here and would much rather be at the front. There 
was enough wine in the village for a couple of men to get 
drunk. 

vSun. 25. Billets cleaned. Band concert in the afternoon. 

Mon. 26. At twelve noon camp is broken for the front. We 
camped for the night at St. Dizier. 

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3ecU I Ka.ve slept in. 



BEDS WE HAVE SLEPT IN 



After one week on the Western front we learned that in order to 
serve your country in style, the proper thing was to enlist in the Navy 
where you are assured of a good bed. There is one comfort that a 
soldier loses when he leaves his training camp. That comfort — a 
luxury it is to us now — is a bed to sleep in. When you hit the front, a 
bed is as scarce an article as one of the Kaiser's sons. After six months or 
even six weeks on the front the word "bed" is new to your vocabulary. 

When we enlisted, our camp was supplied with canvas cots about three 
feet high and very frail. There were no springs or mattresses, and as a bed 
we thought they were very punk. We' slept but we were conscious of 
what we were sleeping in. Later we were issued cots that in height were 
in more accordance of what a bed should be. Also by that time we were 
fairly accustomed to the springless variety of beds. 

We came to France and spent our nights on a straw tick which was 
very satisfactory. As far as covers go we have, and have had during our 
days in service, three O. D. blankets, except on the front, when we had but 
two. 

We left our training camp in southern France and took our position 
on the line. From the time we arrived on the front we have had a thous- 
and different kind of beds. Of course most of them were on the bare 
ground, but the style and comfort of the so called "bed" depended upon 
the conformity of the ground. We of the motorized artillery spend 
many nights on our trucks. We sleep in them — sure we sleep in them — 
for when you are tired you are surprised to know what a bed can be made 
of. We believe we have slept in every position the human body can shape 
itself. 

In our trucks we carry everything from six inch projectiles to loaves 
of bread; and by the way, a sack of bread makes a dandy good bed, for 

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it is just soft enough to be springy and hard enough to hold its shape. 
Several times we have slept sitting on a box in the bottom of the truck with 
our legs rising at an angle of 45 degrees and resting on the sharp corner 
of a powder box; our backs would be hollowed out to fit against a corner 
of a case of corned willy and our heads bent back so as to make a pillow 
out of our steel helmets. Yet we slept; and why? Because every joint 
and limb of our bodies are so tired that they rest in any position when 
they have support. 

If the weather is dry the ground is the best bed. But if the ground is 
wet, slushy and muddy, and you are forced to sleep on it, then is when 
a bed means all the world to you. It is mystifying what a fellow's 
constitution will carry him through. We have had the wet and muddy 
ground for a bed more times than any other. We slept several times 
soaking wet and yet never a cold resulted. When a fellow is "all in" he 
doesn't look around for a comfortable place to sleep. He flops where 
he is, rain or no rain, wet or dry, and arises refreshed and strong although 
he may be a little stiff. 

Probably a graveyard would not appeal to our friends at home, but 
as the whole western front has become one huge graveyard, and as we 
have spent numerous nights there, the word, "graveyard" has no signi- 
ficance to us other than a place to rest. At first it is a little ticklish to 
sleep beside the little wooden crosses, but after a short while they are not 
noticed. 

Dug-outs afford a fine bed for they offer a reasonable amount of shelter 
and the hardness is not noticed if the ground is fairly flat. 

It would take a book by itself to describe the various places where we 
have slept, but from reading these few examples we think the reader can 
form a mental picture of the way we enjoy our sleep and we want him to 
believe that no matter how rough, how hard or how wet the bed may 
be, when a man has reached the limit of his endurance it is the "best 
bed in the world" to him. 




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They Paid a Big Price at Chateau-Thierry. 





The Remains of What Was 
Once a Town. 



A Tank " Going In. 



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CALENDAR Continued 

August 19 IS. 

TuES. 27. At 6 A. M. we leave St. Dizier, traveling in the direction 
of Toul. 

Wed. 28. The second section tractor and gun runs away, causing 
slight damage to the first section. Went into camp at 
1 A. M. near Roumant. At 7 P. M. we are on the road 
again. 

Thur. 29. At 1 P. M. we go into the woods in the Verdun sector. 
The Regiment was scattered along the road and badly 
disorganized. 

Fri. 30. The day is spent in the woods, sleeping. That night 
Christenson and Williams injured in accident and re- 
moved to hospital. At 9. P. M. we moved up to our gun 
positions on the front. The Americans are taking this 
sector over from the French and the utmost secrecy is 
used in order to keep this information from the enemy. 
All work is performed at night. To further delude the 
enemy and guard the secret, the Yanks adopt the French 
uniform when exposing themselves to enemy observation. 

Sat. 31. We moved into large dug-outs lined with elephant iron, 
and constructed by the French in the early part of the 
war. Lieut. Littlefield and Lieut. Rounds ordered to the 
United States as instructors. Sergt. Choate leaves for 
officers' school. 

September 1918. 

Sun. 1. Our guns are in the woods one-half kilometer from the 
position. Roads are being widened and repaired. Gun 
emplacements perfected. Sign pay-roll. Very little activ- 
ity on this front. The occasional report from an anti- 
aircraft gun breaks the silence. 

Mon. 2 Men work on dug-outs. Rumors that the war is over. 
French scouts bring reports that there are no Germans 
within 50 kilometers. Orders to cease all operations. 

Tues. 3. We leave the position and arrive at the echelon at 9 P. M. 

Wed. 4. We rest at the echelon. Preparations made for long trip. 
Woods thoroughly policed. O'Grady exercises. Non- 
commissioned officers school. 

Thur. 5. We receive our July pay in the morning. We leave the 
woods at dark and after traveling approximately 30 
kilometers camp is established not far from Bar-le-Duc. 

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OPERATIONS OFFICE 
HEADQUARTERS 148th FIELD ARTILLERY. 

Sept. 13, 1918. 

1. The Groupment Commander is pleased to inform the Group 
Commanders that Maj. Gen. Lassiter, Commanding the Fourth Corps 
Artillery, has highly complimented Col. Coppens, R. A. L. (French), 
Commander of the Heavy Artillery of the Corps, upon his excellent work 
done by the Artillery of Col. Coppen's command, and expressed himself 
as particularly well pleased with the service of the G. P. F. groupment, 
consisting of the 148th F. A. and the Second Bn. of the 57th C. A. C. 

Our immediate Commander, Col. Coppens, also very warmly praised 
this groupment for its quick response, its intelligent action and good re- 
sults obtained. 

2. Group Commanders will convey this information to the men and 
officers of their commands at their earliest opportunity. 

Burke; H. Sinclair, 
Lieut. Col. Commanding 148th F. A 



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DIVISIONS WE SUPPORTED 

IN 

THE ST. MIHIEL OFFENSIVE. 





42nd 




5th 



1st 




89th 





90JK. 




82 nd 



C ALE N DAR-Cont inued 



September 1918. 
Fri. 6. 

Sat. 7. 



We travel by night to Gary and remain here during the 
day. 

After convoy of long duration we go into camp at the 
town of Void. Lieut. Doran goes forward on reconnais- 
sance. He took his cane with him. 

Sun. 8. Convoy traveling very slow on account of the rain and 
mud. 

Mon. 9. Camp for the day in the woods. Doughnuts served the 
men by the Salvation Army Lassies. Collection taken 
among the men and two hundred francs raised for them. 

TuES. 10. Great difficulty experienced in getting the guns from the 
woods onto the road. We tried to make our position, 
using our own tractors, but this could not be accomplished. 
Aid was given us by two Holt caterpillars belonging to the 
57th C. A. C. The mud was knee deep and the night 
dark as pitch. 

Wed. 11. The day is spent perfecting the gun positions. "C" 
Battery receives for the first time ammunition from an 
army ammunition train. We have an unusual amount 
of ammunition on hand. We expect that we will be a 
long time in forcing a retreat in this sector. The French 
claim that we are undertaking the impossible. 

Thur. 12. At 1 A. M. sharp the St. Mihiel drive begins. "C" 
Battery opens fire in the nick of time. The entire sector 
is alive with huge cannon and we hear the greatest roar 
of the war. The light artillery, protected by the heavy, 
advances to a point just behind the infantry. The dough- 
boys had perfect protection and encountered but little 
resistance. At 9 A. M. the enemy had retreated beyond 
our range and cease-firing is executed. Orders to advance. 
We build bridge across stream behind the gun positions, 
and are given further assistance by the Holt tractors. 
The bridge had to be rebuilt after each gun had passed. 
All guns on road and advancing at midnight. This last 
position was near Minorville. 



Fri. 



13. The guns block all traffic and cause the M. P.'s no end 
of worry. Number one tractor breaks axle. All guns 
in position and ready to fire at 7:30 P. M. This position 
was only one hundred meters from Limey and on the 
original front line. Ammunition was hauled to this 
position on the dinky railroad. 



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At St. Mihiel the Impossible was Accomplished. 





A Dug-Out in the St. Mihiel Sector. 



One of our Guns in Recoil. 



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HEADQUARTERS FOURTH ARMY CORPS. 
AMERICAN E. F. 

General Orders Sept. 13, 1918. 

No. 6. 

1. The Fourth Corps has defeated the enemy and driven him back 
on the whole corps front. All objectives were reached before the time 
prescribed in orders, a large number of prisoners and a considerable amount 
of booty captured. The rapid advance of the Corps in conjunction with 
the action of the other elements of the First Army rendered the St. 
Mihiel salient untenable to the enemy, who had retreated. 

2. The greatest obstacle to the advance was thought to be the enemy 
wire which presented a problem that caused anxiety to all concerned. 
The Corps Commander desires to express in particular his admiration of 
the skill shown by the small groups in the advance battalions and their 
commanders, in crossing the hostile wire and in general express his appre- 
ciation of the high spirit and daring shown by the troops, and the rapidity 
and efficiency with which the operation was conducted. 

By Command of Maj. Gen. Dickman. 

P. L. Schuyler, Stuart Heintzman, 

Corps Adjutant. Chief of Staff. 

(Note. — Our Regiment fought through this offensive from start to finish.) 




Our Doughboys Plowed Right Through Them at St. Mihiel. 




German Graves and a Portion of " No Man's Land " at St. Mihiel. 



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How well we liked the M. P.'s? 

How disgusted we were with our aviators? 

"Who won the war?" The M. P.'s 

Bar-le-Due? 

The line-up in v St. Dizier? 

The pretty girls in Wassy? 

The Holt tractors at Minorville? 

The five bridges across the Meuse at Dun? 

The time we first saw the Bengal flare? 

The City of Vaux? 

When we got our first service chevron? 

How the Huns left Chateau-Thierry? 

Lieut. Goff at Death Valley? 

The hot chocolate at Limey? 

The first Iron Cross you saw? 

Who had a monopoly on the Iron Crosses? 

How Doran got his souvenirs? 

The Irish baby-buggy? 

The mad-house at Wasserbillig? 



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HEADQUARTERS FOURTH ARMY CORPS. 
AMERICAN E. F. 

General Orders Sept. 17, 1918. 

No. 8. 

The Corps Commander takes great pride in repeating the following 
telegram received by him from the Commander-in-Chief of the American 
E. F. 

"Please accept my sincere congratulations on the successful and im- 
portant part taken by the officers and men of the Fourth Corps in the 
first offensive of the First American Army on Sept. 12th and 13th. The 
courageous dash and vigor of our troops has thrilled our countrymen and 
evoked the enthusiasm of our Allies. Please convey to your command 
my heartfelt appreciation of their splendid work. I am proud of you all. 
— Pershing." 

By Command of Maj. Gen. Dickman. 

P. L. Schuyler, Stuart Heintzman, 

Corps Adjutant. Chief of Staff. 

(Note — The 148th participated as Army Artillery in the first offensive 
of the 1st Arjny.) 



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CALE NDAR-Continued 



September 1918. 



Fri. 13. The men have been working continuously for sixty hours 
and are completely exhausted. Orders received from 
Major Neer, Medical Officer of the Regiment to cease 
all work and allow the men time to obtain the much 
needed rest. No firing in this position. 

Sat. 14. Men continue their resting. Stout, Sergt. Roberts, Harley 
and Shonts out souvenir hunting. We are in position 
but not firing. We are being held in reserve. 

Sun. 15. The salient has been straightened out, the hernia re- 
moved and all objectives reached. We witness the most 
thrilling aerial stunt of the war. A lone German aviator 
brings down two of our observation balloons within 
thirty seconds. 

Mon. 16. Vin Blanc has been smuggled to the front and our meals 
are a little irregular. Ordered into traveling position. 
The camouflage, however, is not to be removed until after 
dark. We make a night convoy and camp for the night 
in the woods near Sanzy. 

TuES. 17. We receive our pay. The largest mail which we ever 
received was distributed here this date. Camp is broken 
at dusk and we start on convoy. 

Wed. 18. At 6 A. M. we park along the road under trees. Many 
men take refreshing baths in nearby canal. At 4 P. M. 
we continue the hike, passing through Bar-le-Duc for 
the second time. 

Thur. 19. The light convoy parks in the woods near Verdun, leav- 
ing the heavy a few kilometers behind, alongside the 
road. The men of the gun sections fail to make connec- 
tions and miss a few meals. The gun crews emplace 
platforms and the ammunition detail brings up projectiles 
and powder. 

Fri. 20. TheBoches drop a few shells in the vicinity of the heavy 
convoy. Men devote the night time improving inherited 
gun positions. This position is near Germonville and 
nine kilometers west of Verdun. A great quantity of 
ammunition is being stored at the positions in preparation 
for big offensive. 



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HEADQUARTERS 148th FIELD ARTILLERY. 
AMERICAN E. F. 

General Orders Sept. 20, 1918. 

No. 11. 

1. Pursuant to the verbal direction of Maj. Gen. Lassiter, who com- 
manded the Corps Artillery in the last engagement in which the 148th 
F. A. and the Second Bn. 57th C. A. C. participated under the command 
of the undersigned and operated in this battle as Groupment Sinclair, 
information is hereby transmitted that the General was exceptionally 
well pleased with the work of this Groupment. He stated that the 
Groupment had done "fine work" and that "everyone at Corps Head- 
quarters is talking about the Groupment" and that the splendid service 
of the officers and men was deserving of the highest compliments. 

2. The Commanding Officer of the Groupment is exceedingly well 
pleased with the praise from General Lassiter, and in thus complying 
with the wishes of the General desires at the same time to express his 
appreciation of the efficient operation of the different groups which called 
out these words of commendation from the Corps Artillery Commander. 

3. It is directed that this information be conveyed to the officers and 
men of each battalion of this groupment in some suitable manner. 

Burke H. Sinclair, 
Lieut. Col. 148th Field Artillery, Commanding. 



(126) 



CALENDAR-Continued 



September 1918. 



Sat. 21. The guns are moved out to the position after night falls. 
We live in dug-outs thirty feet underground and are 
ordered to remain under camouflage during the day. 

Sun. 22. We receive second installment of mail. Argall is detailed 
to make report of enemy shelling in our region. Raining 
hard. 

Mon. 23. We become acquainted with the French tin can shower 
baths. Lieut. Doran has electric light installed in his dug- 
out. No work for the gun crews. Concentrated in the 
area surrounding us, are three regiments of artillery both 
heavy and light. 

TuES. 24. The weather is perfect. We watch the enemy shell at 
regular intervals the cross roads to our right. Convoys 
en route are halted on the near side of the cross roads. 
After the expected shell had exploded they rushed on 
at double time rendering the enemy firing ineffective. 
At dusk fifteen regiments of tenderfoot infantry pass 
near our positions on their way to their trenches. 

Wed. 25. French Artillery abandon positions near us and we believe 
that the offensive is called off. Sergt. Roberts takes effec- 
tive measures against French soldiers using lanterns, 
likely to expose our position. At 11. P. M. the drive 
starts with the heaviest barrage of the war. Corpl. Harris 
puts over gas attack of his own. 

Thur. 26. At 2:30 A. M. artillery fire suddenly grows in intensity- 
This heavy firing continued all morning, dying down at 
eight A. M. The powder smoke from the cannons envel- 
oped the region as would a fog. Our infantry has advanced 
eight kilometers. Thousands of prisoners escorted to the 
rear. Corporals Chappie, Hanna and Harris are promot- 
ed to Sergeants and Whittenberger and Orville Roberts 
are appointed Corporals. 

Fri. 27. The Germans counter-attack and retake Montfaucon. 
We shift our field of fire to meet this emergency. The 
Yanks renew their attack and again regain possession 
of Montfaucon, the most valuable observation post on 
the Western front. General Pershing is in the sector 
inspecting artillery positions. 



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"It's hard to part, and ain't it bitter 
To love a nurse and not to git her." 



Strange Buck — "What outfit is that?" 

Ben Hanna — "Part of Kaiser Bill's firing squad. 



The trouble of these 'demoiselles 
Complains the Yankee Buck 
Is that, each "Cherie" writes and spells 
In French, dawggone the luck. 

I taught her how to cuss 

In English just a few, 
I taught her brother "black-jack" and 

Her dad to spit and chew. 

Mayhap I taught her how to love. 

On that I'm keeping mum; 
But worst of all my crimes, I know, 

I taught her to chew gum. 



Bill Brunell — "Did you hear about one of the fellows choking to 
death the other night at supper." 

Os Noren — "No, how'd it happen?" 

Bill Brunell — "He was eating a piece of corned willy and someone 
hollered, 'whoa.' " 



Sergt. Brown — "Our Regiment has to take off the A. O.'s and put 
on a pine tree insignia." 

Sergt. Chafple — "Why?" 

Sergt. Brown — "It never leaves." 



TITLE TO THE LATEST SONG 
"Mother, take in your service flag, your son is in the S. O. S." 



Jack — "You say you were mentioned in a military way? In what 
connection?" 

Whit — "In connection with the pay-roll I balled up last month." 



(128) 



CALENDAR— Continued 

September 1918. 

Sat. 28. The guns receive march order about noon. We got 
orders to take up position about five kilometers beyond 
the captured first line. Rains make traveling very hard 
and the convoy is continually interupted by the Germans 
shelling the roads. Sergt. Hawkins leaves for Officers' 
School. 

Sun. 29. We make a temporary stop at Esnes. The first platoon 
proceeded beyond Esnes and was ordered to turn around 
and take up a position in that city. The guns blocked the 
road for half a day. Part of the light convoy was caught 
in the traffic and were two days in returning to the 
Battery. For two days the road was impassable and 
trucks and ambulances loaded with wounded were unable 
to move. 

Mon. 30. Being unable to move, we went into temporary position 
at Esnes. Corpl. Williams, Pvts. Birdabove and Chris- 
tenson return to the outfit. 



October 1918. 

TuES. 1. Work on gun positions. Engineers are working night 
and day in order to keep the roads in traveling condition. 
An American aviator delivers daily papers to us every 
evening. Doughnuts are made at the echelon and 
brought out to us at the guns. This is our first position 
that has not been camouflaged. Bulgaria signs separate 
peace. 

Wed. 2. Pennewill brings out large supply of quartermaster 
equipment. The men de-cootie-ize. 

Thur. 3. Much aerial activity. Sergt. Harris leaves for Officers' 
School. We buy cigarettes and cigars from our Supply 
Sergeant. 

Fri. 4. The Germans are beyond range and we are waiting to go 
forward. 

Sat. 5. One platoon of Battery "D" takes up an extremely 
advanced position. We were to go in their place but 
Lieut. Doran took sick. 

vSun. 6. March order at 1 P. M. Leave Esnes about 5 P. M. 
and park for the remainder of the night in a woods near 
Montfaucon. The road over which we passed was the 
worst that we had encountered. 

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Our Emergency Position at Esnes. 




Barbed Wire Entanglements in 
"No Man's Land." 

















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CALENDAR-Continued 



October 1918 



Mon. 7. 



TuES. 8. 



Wed. 



Thur. 10. 



Fri. 



Sat. 



In the afternoon the tractors with the gun platforms 
leave for the position. On account of the mud the guns 
were all night moving about twenty feet in order to get 
on the road. 

The guns were unable to reach the position at Nantillois 
before daybreak and were parked alongside the road. 
Shortly after daybreak Pvt. Lahey was killed and Corpl. 
Polio was gassed. In the afternoon the guns were put 
in firing order. Germans heavily shell the vicinity. 

The hill to our left is constantly shelled. The front line 
is two kilometers away. The American losses in this 
locality were very heavy and the men were lying around 
the fields several days after they had been killed. 

The line is very weak and if the enemy counter-attacks 
we will lose our guns. Star shells thrown up at the front 
line light up our positions. 

The enemy is retreating and things are less exciting. 
Machine gun barrage interrupt our sleep. Two enemy 
balloons have observation on us, and we expect a repeti- 
tion of Death Valley. 

12. Short of ammunition. The men spend most of the time 
digging a dug-out for Lieut. Doran. Fritz sends over some 
gas shells. Men salvage stoves and endeavor to make 
their shelter holes comfortable. 



11. 



Sun. 13. The Germans place a big barrage in the woods in front 
of us. Two companies of the gallant 61st infantry regi- 
ment of the Fifth Division retreat beyond our gun posi- 
tion and advise us to pull out. They were in the third 
line trenches. 

Mon. 14. Shells are dropped near the guns. One train brings 
ammunition, consisting only of appoints. We are assign- 
ed numerous targets but are not able to fire on account 
of the lack of powder. 

Tues. 15. The kitchen is moved nearer to the guns. The previous 
place was constantly shelled and a "GI" can distributed 
fresh horse meat one night when we were eating supper. 
Now we have plenty of ammunition and make good use 
of it. 

Wed. 16. Rumors that Turkey and Austria have surrendered and 
that Germany is seeking peace. 



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German Tanks in the Argonne. 




Putting One of Our Guns into Firing Position. 



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C ALE N DAR— Continued 



October 1918. 



Wed. 16. A French Battery of 155 Schneider Shorts move into 
position to the right and rear of our guns. Argall and 
Evans are issued machine guns and take position in the 
rear of the Battery. Argall claims the purpose is to 
keep the Battery from stampeding. 

Thur. 17. We are keeping up a slow harassing fire on important 
towns, cross roads and bridges. Montigny, Saulmaury 
and Sassey are the most important points. 

Fri. 18. Seven Hun Batteries which had been located by our air 
service were shelling Batteries of the 146th continuously, 
when we were ordered to direct our fire upon them and 
did so with wonderful effect. 

Sat. 19. All guns have fired over two thousand rounds. An enemy 
shell strikes ten feet in the rear of the third piece. Os 
Noren and Ike Anderson discover a Belgian piano in 
a German dug-out. 

Sun. 20. A Fifth Division Commissary is located near the Battery 
position and for the first time for several weeks the boys 
have plenty of cigarettes and cigars. Corpl. Pennewill 
and Corpl. Williams were promoted to the rank of Sergeant. 
Pvts. Jones, Leach, Mattley, Torbit and Nifong were ap- 
pointed Corporals. 

Mon. 21. The American Intelligence Department reports that our 
fire on Montigny and Saulmaury has been so effective that 
the Germans were forced to detrain their troops before 
reaching there. Orders were taken from a German officer 
directing that all German troops discontinue traffic 
through these towns. Lieut. Doran receives his Captaincy. 

Tues. 22. The Captain has his dug-out enlarged. The camouflage 
over the guns is improved, yet the numerous paths made 
by the men, betrays our position to any enemy observer. 

Wed. 23. About ten men pack the piano two kilometers to our 
gun position and that night we had one grand jubilee. 

Thur. 24. The Boche night raiders drop many bombs in our vicinity. 
We get replacements consisting of three Sergeants, one 
Corporal and fourteen Privates. Cator goes to Officers' 
School. 

Tues. 29. We establish a Battery observation post. In the after- 
noon we adjust all guns on a German O. P. and were 
recorded with a direct hit. Sergt. Johnson was pro- 
moted to First Sergeant. 



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HEADQUARTERS 66th F. A. BRIGADE- 
AMERICAN E. F. 

28 October, 1918 

Advance of Artillery Units in Battle. 

* * * Later I moved two guns from another battalion forward to Nantillois 
for the special purpose of reaching Saulmaury and Montigny. They were 
emplaced just in the rear of the infantry front lines, and it was possible 
to supply them quite liberally with ammunition. Two days later I got 
the remaining guns of that battalion to the same place which put eight 
guns in a rather hazardous position should the enemy counter, but was 
unable to get up sufficient ammunition to increase the volume of fire 
beyond that for the two guns first on the ground. Later still I advanced 
a battalion to a point about half way between Nantillois and Brieulles. 
It is there now ready for work and is well supplied with ammunition but 
have not thought it advisable to use it, since it is less than two kilometers 
from the front line and less than a battalion of infantry in front of it. 

E. D. Scott, 
Colonel of Field Artillery, Commanding. 

(Note; — This refers to "C" and "D" Batteries, comprising the second 
battalion, 148th F. A.) 



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The one-armed officer in Southampton? 

Our officers getting their Sam Browne belts? 

The trip across the Channel? 

Craning and Vail being left behind with Austin? 

Rest Camp No. 1 ? 

The English Canteens? 

Boe eating soap that same night? 

Your first taste of Champagne? 

The German prisoners there? 

What the English thought of the war? 

That hike to the station? 

How Santschi became suddenly both popular and famous? 

Our introduction to French Box-cars? 

How we slept? 

The ammunition plant with all its girls? 

Our arrival at Camp de Souge? 

Buying a New York Herald there? 

How ambitious we were to speak French? 



(137) 




A Few Minutes' Rest After Hours of Terrific Firing. 





Church at Dun-sur-Meuse. 



A Man-sized Hole. 




Verdun. 



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CALENDAR— Continued 



October 1918 

Wed. 30. Bob brings out candy, jam and fruit. Our guns have now 
fired nearly their maximum number of rounds. When in 
recoil and going back into battery they jump and jerk. 

November 1918. 

Fri. 1. A drive starts with an eleven-hour barrage. "C" Battery 
furnishes part of the creeping barrage. This is the first 
time that the G. P. F.'s have been used for barrage fire 
and the accuracy of Battery "C" proves that the G. P. 
F. can be used effectively as a barrage weapon. March 
order at 4 P. M. 

Sat. 2. Orders are misunderstood and the tractors are several 
hours late. Tonight an attempt is made to get the guns 
on the road, but it was impossible on account of the mud 
and darkness. 

Sun. 3. Worked all day today trying to get the guns on the road. 
About five P. M. the guns were ready to pull out. All 
night convoy. 

Mon. 4. We are in firing position at Aincreville by 2 P. M. The 
doughboys had been trying to cross the Meuse all day, 
but had failed on account of machine gun nests. We 
opened fire on the German defenses and after twenty 
minutes of intensive fire our doughboys made a safe 
crossing. 

Tues. 5. The Germans are retreating fast, leaving nothing but 
machine guns to hinder our advance. 

Thur. 7. Rumors that the Armistice had been signed but it is hard 
for us to believe. 

Fri. 8. German Peace Delegates cross the lines near our gun 
position. Several of our men meet them on the road. 

Sat. 9. The recoil system of the second piece is out of order and 
it is taken to St. Dizier for repairs. We cannot move on 
account of the tractors helping the first and third bat- 
talions to cross the Meuse by way of Verdun. 

Sun. 10. We have enough tractors to move three guns. Rumors 
of peace. The guns left the position about 6 P. M. 

Mon. 11. About ten in the morning we learned officially that the 
Armistice would go into effect at 1 1 o'clock. The guns 
are not yet into position and the men work like demons 
trying to get ready to fire before 11 o'clock. To our 
disgust we are unable to get orders to fire. 

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AMERICAN EXPEDITIONARY FORCES 

November 1, 1918. 
AUSTRIA HAS SURRENDERED! ! ! ! ! ! 

It is reported that the Austrian Emperor has fled, that the Austrian 
Premier has been assassinated, and that Austria has been given 72 hours 
to evacuate from Italy. 

TURKEY HAS SURRENDERED! ! ! ! ! 
The Allied fleet is now at Constantinople. 

BULGARIA HAS SURRENDERED ! ! ! ! ! 

ROUMANIA HAS DECLARED WAR ON GERMANY! ! ! ! 

The brave men of our American Army in their attack of today have 
driven the Boche back and have captured thousands of prisoners. 

All objectives have been gained. 

It is absolutely essential that the success be followed up with the 
utmost energy to bring about confusion and demoralization and to prevent 
the enemy from forming his shattered forces. Now is the time to strike 
and strike hard. 

John L. Hines, 

Major General. 

(The above document is a facsimile of a headquarters newspaper distributed to the 
fighters on the front. This was our only source of information.) 



(HO) 



DIVISIONS WE SUPPORTED 

IN 

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5th. 




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CALENDAR— Continued 

November 1918. 

Mon. 11. While we were "all in" and sought sleep, the people at 
home celebrated for us. To-night for the first time on 
the front we were allowed to build fires. We capture 
rockets and powder, and light up the whole country. 
Rumors that we are to be in the Army of Occupation. 

TuES. 12. We are held in readiness to fire should the Germans again 
attempt treachery. The stil'ness of the night gets on 
the men's nerves and they are unable to sleep. 

Wed. 13. March order. Unable to move on account of disabled 
tractors. All our equipment and clothing is in bad shape. 
For the last four months we have been fighting contin- 
ually and the strain is beginning to tell on the men. Few 
regiments have ever spent as long a time on the front 
without a relief. 

Thur. 14. We leave the front and stop for the night in Aincreville. 

Fri. 15. Convoy to Blercourt where we are quartered in barracks. 

Sat. 16. We turn in our Whites and draw Quads and F. W. D.'s. 

Sun. 17. Inspection. Everybody draws new clothing and equip- 
ment. 

Wed. 20. The entire Battery goes to be de-cootie-ized. The machine 
hatched more cooties than it destroyed. 

Thur. 28. Thanksgiving. For dinner we had: roast turkey, mashed 
potatoes, gravy, dressing, salad, creamed peas, celeiy, 
oranges, apples, bread, real butter, jam, coffee with sugar, 
cheese, pumpkin pie, blackberry pie, peach pie, wine, 
champagne, cigarettes and cigars. Sight-seeing parties 
formed for Verdun. 



December 1918. 
Mon. 2. 



Tues. 3. 






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We leave Blercourt for the Rhine. Pass through Verdun 
and stop for the night in German billets at Pienne. On 
the road we saw many mines and trees dynamited, ready 
to be blown across the road. 

We pass through Aumetz in Lorraine. Billeted for the 
night in a large school house in the city of Schifflange. 
Graning and Clay go on their wild escapade while in 
this place. We are to stay here the next day. 



G. H. Q. 
AMERICAN EXPEDITIONARY FORCES 

General Orders France, November 12, 1918. 

No. 203. 

The enemy has capitulated. It is fitting that I address myself in 
thanks directly to the officers and soldiers of the American Expeditionary 
Forces, who by their heroic efforts have made possible this glorious 
result. Our armies, hurriedly raised and hastily trained, met a veteran 
enemy, and by courage, discipline and skill always defeated him. With- 
out complaint you have endured incessant toil, privation and danger. 
You have seen many of your comrades make the supreme sacrifice that 
freedom may live. I thank you for the patience and courage with which 
you have endured. I congratulate you upon the splendid fruits of victory, 
which your heroism and the blood of our gallant dead are now presenting 
to our nation. Your deeds will live forever on the most glorious pages 
of America's history. 

Those things you have done. There remains now a harder task which 
will test your soldier qualities to the utmost. Succeed in this and little 
note will be taken and few praises will be sung: fail, and the light of your 
glorious achievements of the past will "sadly be dimmed. But you will 
not fail. Every natural tendency may urge towards relaxation in dis- 
cipline, in conduct, in appearance, in everything that marks the soldier. 
Yet you will remember that each officer and each soldier is the representa- 
tive in Europe of his people, and that his brilliant deeds of yesterday per- 
mit no action of today to pass unnoticed by friend or foe. You will meet 
this test as gallantly as you have met the tests of the battlefield. Sustained 
by your high ideals and inspired by the heroic part you have played, you 
will carry back to our people the proud consciousness of a new Americanism 
born of sacrifice. Whether you stand on hostile territory or on the friendly 
soil of France, you will bear vourself in discipline, appearance and 
respect for all civil rights, that you will confirm for all time the pride and 
love which every American feels for your uniform and for you. 

John J. Pershing, 
General, Commander in Chief. 

Official: 

Robert C. Davis, 

Adjutant General. 

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Our bath house? 

The "Gold Brick" tractor drivers? 

The fellow who drowned in the river Dordogne? 

The prisoners of war getting hostile? 

The old Aiguille Chateau? 

The French soldier who stood retreat with his toy gun? 

Graning's swim across the river? 

The gas chamber? 

"Lieutenant" Balding's famous ride through Castillon? 

The population celebrating the successes on the front? 

Hilton as Provost Sergeant? 

When Lieutenants Gowdy and Bossart bade farewell to the Battery" 

O' Grady? 

The druggist on the corner? 

Asking for a drink of water? 

How Kurtz rid himself of the River Rati 3 

How shocked we were when we heard the truth about Evans and 
O'Bryan? 



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G. H. Q. 
AMERICAN EXPEDITIONARY FORCES. 

General Orders France, Nov. 15, 1918. 

No. 206. 

The following cabled communication from the Secretary of War is 
published to the command: 

"The signing of the Armistice and the cessation of hostilities brings 
to an end a great and heroic military adventure in which the Army 
under your command has played a part distinguished by gallantry and 
success. It gives me pleasure to express to you the confidence and appre- 
ciation of the War Department and to those who labored with you to make 
this result possible this appreciation of their zeal, courage and strength, 
both of purpose and achievement. The entire country is filled with 
pride in your fine leadership and in the soldierly qualities shown by your 
Army. Now that a respite has come in the solemn task to which the 
Army devoted itself, the War Department will do all in its power to ex- 
pedite the early return of the Expeditionary Forces to the United States 
in order that these soldiers may be restored to the opportunities of civil 
life as speedily as the military situation will permit. I extend to you as 
Commanding General of the American Expeditionary Forces my hearty 
congratulations and this expression of high esteem, and I beg you to 
make known to the officers and men of your command the fact that their 
conduct as soldiers and as men has stirred the pride of their fellow country- 
men, and that their military success has contributed to the great victory 
for the forces of civilization and humanity. 

(Signed) Newton D. Baker. 

Secretary of War." 

By command of General Pershing: 

James W. McAndrew, 

Chief of Staff. 
Official: 

Robert C. Davis, 

Adjutant General. 



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" The Avenger.' 





'C" Battery Lined Up for 
Inspection. 



Guard Mount on the Rhine. 



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HEARD ON THE RANGE. 

Officer To Travi — "Great Scott! man, where are all your shots going?' 
Travi — "I don't know, Sir, they left here all right." 



"Kings up" isn't a very good hand to play these days. 

Germany lost her bacon 

But managed to save the Rhine. 



Bolshevism is an insult to the memory of every American boy who 
fell in France. 



During the war twelve spies were shot in the London Tower. How 
many were shot in the United States. 



God is not with the Kaiser, and it's dollars to doughnuts the arch 
murderer of Europe will never be with God. His asbestos passports 
read for elsewhere. 



(Tune-Poor Butterfly) 

Goodbye Francaise; we're going back to the U. S. A. 

We heard you call and we helped you win and now that 
Our duty is done, we helped to whip the Hun, we are 

Going away from you to the land we love. 

We bid farewell to the land of shot and shell, 

And cannons' roar we'll hear no more, 
And we will always bear in mind the pals we left behind 

In this worlds- wide war; so au Revoir. 



WHEN THE WAR IS OVER 

When the war is over and we all rank the same 

We'll call the Colonel by his first name, 
We'll have the Captains shine our shoes, 

We'll have the Majors bring us booze; 
When the war is over and we have won; 

And we'll have all the shave-tails on the run, 
Just wait until I'm free 

You can all have a drink on me, 
When the war is over and we all rank just the same. 

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will end of its own accord. Vou are not fighting for anything 4 *~$m 0>/a / 

anyway. Whet does it matter to you who owns Metz or 4 

Strassburg, you never saw those towns nor knew the people \ 

in them, so what do you care about them? But there is a 

little town back home in little old United States you 

would like to see and if you keep on fighting here in the hope 

of getting a look at those old German fortresses you may 

never see home again. 

The only way to stop the war is to stop fighting. 
That's easy. Just quit it and slip across «No Man's Land" 
and join the bunch that's taking it easy there waiting to be 
exchanged and taken home. There is no disgrace in that. 
That bunch of American prisoners will be welcomed just is 
warmly as you who stick it out in these infernal trenches. 
Get wise and get over the top. 

There is nothing in the glory of keeping up the war. 
But think of the increasing taxes you. will have to pay the 
longer the war lasts the larger those taxes at home will be. 
Get wise and get over. 

All the fine words, about glory are tommy rot. You 
haven't got any business fighting in Prance. You would 
better be fighting the money trust at home instead of fighting 
your fellow soldiers in grey over here where it doesn't really 
matter two sticks to you how the war goes. 

Your country needs you,- your family needs you and 
you need your life for something better than being gassed, 
shot at, deafened by cannon shots and rendered unfit physU 
cally by the miserable life you must live here 

The tales they tell you of the cruelties of German prison 
camps are fairy tales. Of course you may not like being 
a prisoner of war but anything is better than this infernal 
place with no hope of escape except by being wounded after 
which you will only be sent back for another hole in your body. 

Wake up and stop the war! you can if you ./ant to. 
your government does not mean to stop the war for years 
to come and the years are going to be long and dreary 
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24 November, 1918. 

From: The Commanding Officer. 
To: Chief of Artillery 1st Army. 
Subject: Operations of Brigade. 
Nov. 11th. 

During the night of 10-11 our Brigade maintained a steady fire on the 
roads leading north from Stenay, northwest from Baalon and north from 
Juvigny. Concentrations were also placed on Bois Chenois at the request 
of the 90th Division. At 6 hours, November 11, our troops continued 
their attack. At 7:30 hours word was received from 3rd C. A. that the 
armistice, which had been signed, would take effect at 1 1 hours, and to 
cease firing immediately. The enemy continued firing until 10:30 and 
offered strong resistance to our advance. During the morning Stenay 
was captured and occupied, Baalon taken and the lines pushed forward 
to a point northwest of Juvigny. At 1 1 hours hostilities ceased. The 
line held by our troops at that time was as follows: 304-880, 303-894. 

On November the 11th, the Brigade was ordered withdrawn from the 
lines for refitting. Battery "C" 148 F. A. and Battery "B" 146 F. A. 
were ordered to remain in position for immediate action until relieved by 
units of the 56 and 60 C. A. C. The relief was completed on the 14th 
and the Brigade proceeded to Blercourt rest area. 



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The Fourth Section, Veterans of Four Major Battles. 





Sign Post on the Western 
Front. 



Enroute to Germany. 



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CALENDAR— Continued 

December 1918. 

Thur. 5. We leave Sehifflange and pass through the city of Lux- 
embourg and are billeted in the city of Wasserbillig. Ger- 
many is just across the river. 

Fri. 6. We go on a hike into Germany- 
SAT. 7. Inspection. Rumor that one of our guards was shot on 
post. McAninch raves. 

Tues. 10. Break camp and quartered in Bitburg. Salvage marma- 
lade from the gutter. Many men enjoy a bed for the 
first time in nine months. Goodspeed and McLennan 
oversleep and left behind. 

Wed. 11. Our next stop is in Budesheim. Mud acquires another 
Iron Cross. 

Thur. 12. Convoy to Walsdorf. Souvenirs are cornered by the 
kitchen force. 

Sat. 14. Inspection. 

Fri. 20. We spent the past week in drilling and hiking in rain 
and snow storms. 

Sat. 21. We depart for Nachtsheim where we stay for the night. 

Sun. 22. We make Weissenthurm, on the banks of the Rhine. 

TuES. 24. Material has been cleaned. Preparations are made for 
Christmas. 

Wed. 25. Christmas. Who says, " MERRY CHRISTMAS?" Six 
kegs of beer are opened by the cooks. We spend the day 
in policing up the town and guarding the material. Beer 
is improving in quality. 

Sun. 29. We have spent our time here policing the town, guard- 
ing material, cleaning equipment and taking hikes. Guns 
are lined up on the road ready to leave in the morning. 

Mon. 30. We arrive in Hohr, Germany. We crossed the Rhine 
about ten o'clock this morning on a railroad bridge about 
six kilometers below Coblenz. 

TuES. 31. Clean and occupy our billets. Settle down for a long 
period of misery, waiting to go home. Sergt. Choate comes 
back a "dovetail" from the Officers' Training School. 

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Aftsrrg Christmas 




We Walked Post Christmas Day while the Liberated Germans had a Real Merry Christmas. 



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THE OTHER BIRD 

When the other Bird from the S. O. S. 

Sits down to his steak and pie, 
He proclaims his wrath with a scorching tongue, 

And swears he'd rather die 
Than count out cans of Monkey Meat 

And check off loaves of punk, 
That he wants to fight and hit the gaff 

And a lot of other bunk. 
He wears a good old Campaign hat 

And a pair of russet dogs 
And has a little Mademoiselle 

To share his dialogues. 
While the man in arms contents himself 

With a can of old corned Bill. 
He casually reads his undershirt, 

For literature is nil. 
He wears a Stetson made of tin, 

His dogs weigh many a pound, 
When night time comes he builds his "flop" 

And turns in on the ground. 

You read a lot of phony junk about the Y. M. C. A's. 

But for all the fun a fighter has 
You bet your sox he pays. 

Somebody says down in "Paree" 
There's a "Y" there that's a bear, 

But the front line troops don't benefit 
For the S. O. S. are there. 

Up where the big boys scream and howl 
And there's gas and hell and all, 

They're a myth, these Red Triang'e men, 
Up where your comrades fall. 

Here we'll have to pause and say 
A kind word for a chap 

And he is the good old Red Cross man 
He goes up where they scrap. 

He passes out all he has 
And does it with a smile, 

While the other bloke grasps for the francs, 
Like a miser o'er his pile. 

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On New Year's Day "C" Battery was Detailed to Clean the Streets of the Little German 
Town in which we were Quartered. 



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Back to the Bird in the S. O. S. 

With his sorry, doleful plight, 
Who really hates to count shoe strings, 

And thinks he wants to fight. 
I crave to take these burning youths 

By their soft and tender hands, 
And lead them to the scene of hell 

That's bound by mortal bands. 
But it's too late now and they're going back, 

These boys from the S. O. S., 
They'll be heroes from "Over There" 

And we'll stay till we rot, I guess. 
They'll tell of how they drove the Huns 

From the Marne to the river Vesle, 
While the men who actually bit the chunk 

Are still reading the A. E. F. mail. 
They will tell of how they took the heights 

Of dizzy Montfaucon, 
And in the siege of the Argonne woods 

Of how they carried on. 
We'll occupy the Vaterland, 

As we are doing now, 
And eat the Chinese army grub, 

Better known as "raw tin chow." 
Some day perhaps our scow will sail, 

And take us 'cross the foam, 
But the only thing to welcome us 

Will be the fact that we're home. 
The cheering throngs with welcome arms, 

Who met our brave (?) S. O. S. 
Will be dispersed and the passers-bv 

Will say, "More of those Birds I guess." 

But WE'LL always know who stripped the Boche 

And bridged the river Vesle. 
Who reduced the salient of St. Mihiel, 

And stormed the Argonne trail. 
The S. O. S. will spill their load 

And pull their hero stuff, 
But when the fighting men come home, 

Say, watch us call their bluff. 



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THE LONG RANQe SNIPER 




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CONCLUSION TO CALENDAR 

On Sunday, May 11, 1919, our Brigade was transferred to the S. O. S. 
for immediate return to the United States. It took several days to pack 
what equipment we were to bring home with us and to turn in to the 
Ordnance Department the guns, trucks, tractors and equipment we were 
to leave in France About nine o'clock Monday morning, May 26th, we 
left the town of Hohr in parade formation, for Engers, a town about 12 
kilometers distant. At 1:25 P. M. we left Engers aboard an American 
troop train for the port of St. Nazaire, France. 

We arrived at St. Nazaire Thursday morning, May 29th, at 6:30 A. M. 
We arrived in camp at 8:45 A. M. and after remaining there four days in 
which time we were deloused and underwent several physical examina- 
tions, we embarked on the U. S. S. Peerless at 8:30 P. M., Monday, 
June 2nd. 

The Regiment sailed the following morning at 6 A. M., bidding a last 
farewell to the shores of France. 

After thirteen days on the water we docked in New York at 5 P. M. 
Sunday, June 15th. We were served supper at the dock by the Red Cross 
and after waiting about five hours, we boarded a ferry for Long Island 
City, arriving there at 1 1 :45 P. M. We entrained for Camp Mills and 
were comfortably resting on good old American beds about three o'clock 
in the morning; the first time in a year and a half. 

While in Camp Mills we had the freedom of the camp and passes were 
liberally given out. 

On Thursday, June 19, 1919, the 148th Regiment of Field Artillery was 
split up and passed into history. 

All men from Oregon and the vicinity left camp the following morn- 
ing for Camp Lewis, Washington, the demobilization point for Oregon 
and Washington men. This morning the men from Colorado and Wyoming 
left Garden City, Long Island, at 3:30 for Fort D. A. Russell, Wyoming. 
Other detachments for different portions of the country left for demobiliza- 
tion camps that evening and the following morning. 

On Tuesday, June 24th, at 4:30 in the morning Batteries "A," "B," 
"C," "D," and "E," arrived in Colorado Springs. 

Colorado Springs, the home of Battery "C" gave to its veteran sons 
a welcome such as only a mother town could give to her sons. The 
Regiment marched in parade amid the shouts and praises of the entire 
populace. 

Leaving Colorado Springs about 10 A. M., the Batteries paraded in 
Denver, Ft. Collins and Cheyenne, receiving a glorious welcome in each 

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Taken as we pulled into Hohr, Germany. 




Our Cooks and K. P.'s. 



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city and the appreciation from the citizens of our record on the fields of 
France. 

On Friday, June 27th, 1919, Battery "C" was discharged from the 
military service of the United States. 

Battery "C" 148th Field Artillery, now exists on paper only and is on 
record in the War Department as a Battery of Field Artillery that served 
with distinction, willingly and unflinchingly, in the four great battles of 
the American Expeditionary Forces. 



LINES 



Darling I am coming back, 

Silver threads among the black, 

Now that Peace old Europe wears, 
I'll be back in seven years. 

I'll drop in on you some night, 

With my whiskers long and white. 

Yes, the war is over dear, 

And we're coming home I hear. 

Home again with you once more, 
Home by Nineteen Twenty-Four. 

Back to where you sit and pine, 

But I am stuck here on the Rhine. 

You can hear the gang all curse, 
War is hell but peace is worse. 

When the next war comes around, 
In the front rank I'll be found. 

I'll rush in again pell-mell, 

Yes I will, like hell, like hell. 

(Note— Since published, the author has died in Germany of old age.) 



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Fourth Section. 





Inspection in Germany. 



Guard Mount on the Banks of the Rhine. 



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T)o You Ke member . 



Picking worms out of the cherries? 

The old man who loafed around the kitchen? 

Your efforts to get to Bordeaux? 

The Mexican Border Service Badge question? 

Christenson and Wessell as river pirates? 

McGlinn and his excursion up the river? 

The bad effect Lahey had on Engbeck? 

Stout and his automobile? 

The summer house near the station? 

Madame Billy? 

Bennie Gaylor's successful crab hunt? 

Swede's kindness to our hostess? 

"Turn the crank, Larry?" 

The Castillon fire department? 

Captain Smith's illness? 

Sergeant-Major Griffin 5 

The "D" Battery cook getting killed on a bicycle? 

The Fair Days? 



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The better part of valor. 4fy 

4 £"3Vc/^ Are you a brave man or a coward? 

^"<?^^V I' s^kes a brave man to stand up for his principle* 03 

•f *^o <5*^ Coward.', stand behind leaders and die, imagining that by so "T^ 

o\ Vt<-"4? doing they become heroes. ^J 

/.- VVo* The motive of an act is its measure. If you think the ^ 3 

y's i-V^^f war is hell and that you as a citizen of the United States of i^ft 

r 5 .. : -.-^' .<f America have no business to be fighting in France for Eng- <pQ 

~c c o % -jO ", land you are a coward to stay with it. Jf you Had he coil- ^e^ 

v o-VV\S^ rage to face criticism you would get out and over the top 

5j£ c °-- in no time to a place where there is some likelihood that you * 

may see home arain. »»y* 



What business is this war in Europe to yon anyhewi 
You don't want to annex anytiiing, do you? You don't wa* 



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^P to give up your life for the abstract thing «humanity». 

«<S> If you believe in humanity and that life is precious, save v * 

<$? J& your own life and dedicate it to the service of your own »^* 

^ &*« country and the woman who deserves it of you. C/^ 

§* ^ J$* °^ y ou ^°' ws are stay 1 "? wlA !t because you CT» 

•J5* <^* are too cowardly to protest, to assert vour own wills. Vour ^S* 



are too cowardly to protest, to assert your own wills. Your ^* 

rS? H' vji wills are the best judges of what is best for you to do. Don't ^^ — 

j?v .J - * ask any one's opinion as to what you would better do! You *^j'~ 

V ^j^ know best what is the right thing co Ho Do it and save 



7<^ Know best what is the right thing co no uo it and save __• 

£> ^y *^ your life!- Germany never did any harm to you, all the r/j 

5. ^ newspaper t;i!es of wrongs were printed to inflame you to the -• • 

fighting pitch they were lies, you know you can't believe 
what you read in the papers. 

If you stay with the outfit ten chances to one, all yo >^- -, 
will gee on* of it will be a tombstone in France. *., *"•«/«?< o r 

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G. H. Q. 
AMERICAN EXPEDITIONARY FORCES. 

General Orders France, Dec. 19, 1918. 

No. 232. 

It is with a sense of gratitude for its splendid accomplishments which 
will live through all history that I record in General Orders a tribute to 
the victory of the First Army in the Meuse-Argonne battle. 

Tested and strengthened by the reduction of the St. Mihiel salient, 
for more than six weeks you battered against the pivot of the enemy line 
on the western front. It was a position of imposing natural strength, 
stretching on both sides of the Meuse river from the bitterly contested 
hill of Verdun to the almost impenetrable forest of the Argonne; a position 
moreover, fortified by four years of labor designed to render it impregnable; 
a position held with the fullest resources of the enemy. That position 
you broke utterly, and thereby hastened the collapse of the enemy's 
military power. 

Soldiers of all the Divisions engaged under the First, Third and Fifth 
Corps— the 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th, 7th, 26th, 28th, 29th, 32nd, 33rd, 35th, 
37th, 42nd, 77th, 78th, 79th, 80th, 90th and 91st— you will be long rem- 
embered for the stubborn persistence of your progress, your storming of 
obstinately defended machine gun nests, your penetration, yard by yard, 
of the woods and ravines, your heroic resistance in the face of counter 
attacks, supported by powerful artillery fire. For more than a month, 
from the initial attack of September 26th, you fought your way slowly 
through the Argonne, through the woods and over hills west of the Meuse; 
you slowly enlarged your hold on the Cotes de Meuse to the east; and 
then, on the first of November, your attack forced the entire left bank of 
the Meuse south of Sedan, and then stormed the heights on the right 
bank and drove him into the plain beyond. 

Your achievement, which is scarcely to be equalled in American 
history, must remain a source of proud satisfaction to the troops who 
participated in the last campaign of the war. The American people will 
remember it as the realization of the hitherto potential strength of the 
American contribution toward the cause to which they had sworn alleg- 
iance. There can be no greater reward for a soldier or for a soldier's 
memory. 

This order will be read to all organizations at the first assembly for- 
mation after its receipt. 

John J. Pershing, 
General, Commander in Chief. 
Official: 

Robert C. Davis, 

Adjutant General. 

(NOTE — We fought as Army Artillery throughout this offensive). 

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Several Times We Fired for Hours Wearing Our Gas Masks. 




Third Section. 



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Do You TAememb«i' ? 



Our first funeral? 

The parades at retreat? 

Buying a Liberty Bond? 

Our journey to Camp Merritt? 

Sour beans and chile? 

Days in quarantine? 

Noyer's heated argument with Bradshaw? 

The non-coms scattering ashes on all the paths? 

The Christmas festival? 

The Kangaroo Court? 

The steam baths? 

The officers' farewell party? 

The false sailing alarm? 

vSergeant Brown without inside dope? 

When Lilley held up the Battery? 

The Dedication of the new Y. M. C. A.? 

The hot-hand parties? 

The stocking cap fad? 



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CAPTAIN VIC. 

( To the tune of "Days of 61") 

How well I remember those days, now months ago 

When a rookie swore at Greasers "sweet and low." 

If they'd only let us at him, to the Border we would go 

So we all got up and went. 

Each man had his gun, his pistol and his bun; 

We were all fightin' crazy for the fray, 

So when the order came, were up at break of day, 

Just to fight for Capt. Vic. 

Chorus 

When we fit for Captain Vic, my boys; 

When we fit for Captain Vic, 

In those hot border days, beneath the "Broiling Sun" 

When we fit for Captain Vic. 



BATTERY kl C" 

{Tune of "Marching Through Georgia") 

Sing a song together, boys; 

Shout it loud and far! 

To Capt. Victor and his bunch 

Returning from the war. 

To Nick and Lou and Daniel — all 

These worthy heroes are 

Dear to the hearts of the Grizzlies! 

Chorus 

Hurrah! Hurrah! Ring out the Chorus free! 

Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah! for Battery "C"! 

Our hearts and arms are open 

As we sing this joyful glee 

On their return from the Border! 

Horace Lunt and Sergeant Jeff 

And Stuart Dodge are three 

And Bartow Hall's another, whom 

We're mighty glad to see, 

The Country Club is proud of them, 

They ever more will be 

Dear to the hearts of the Grizzlies. 

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Third Section. 




The Y. M. C. A. at Coblenz. 



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MAKING GOOD AT HOME 

We were asked by a eomrade-in-arms why we felt so sure that we 
would, in the years to come, hear more about our men of Battery "C." 

Perhaps that can best be answered by telling just a little about the 
men who make up the Battery. 

First we have the old "Vets" from the Border. Those fellows of real 
red blood and instinct for adventure who formed the skeleton of the 
Battery in '17, then the first recruits who were keen for the great ad- 
venture. Following them were the boys from Oregon, and a set of real 
men at that. Men, western men, who from their childhood had been 
taught the history of their forefathers, whose deeds fired their blood. 
Their ancestors' history flamed before them as a guiding light to justice 
and liberty. Their only fear was: "Will I prove worthy?" 

Their country, their flag, the same country and flag that their ances- 
tors fought and died for, had been insulted. Their country called; the 
world and civilization called; and their hearts were aflame with indigna- 
tion and pride. They were ready to go; ready to prove worthy to die 
for the flag and its ideals. 

And then the Frisco boys came. More western men of the same reck- 
less type and feeling. And all of our replacements while on the front 
were of the same calibre, with the lone desire to prove worthy. 

Now that the war is over the question in all of our minds is: "Will I 
succeed at home; am I fit to go home and start over again." "Did the 
men on the front make good; did they prove worthy?" You have but 
to look up their records and be convinced. "Will those same men make 
good at home?" 

A man who has confidence in himself yet questions: "Can I uphold the 
honor of my country and assist her in every possible way?" then grits 
his teeth, throws out his chest and says "I will," is a man who will make 
good at home and we will hear more of him. 

When ordered to put our guns into position in broad daylight where 
death seemed certain, did the men say, "we can't?" No, dear comrades. 
They set their jaws and on that memorable "first day" at Nantillois 
they put the guns in with the loss of but one man and one other casual. 

Private Lahey will always stand in our memories as a monument to 
the day when "C" Battery said, "We will!" and did. 

Those same men when facing serious and distressing problems either 
in private, commercial or political affairs will not shirk and say "I can't 
do it;" but will throw back their shoulders with determination and say, 
as in the Argonne, "I will." And that, dear comrades is why we say we 
shall hear more of these men of Battery "C." 

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G. H. Q. 
AMERICAN EXPEDITIONARY FORCES. 

General Orders France, December 28, 1918. 

No. 240. 

1 Upon the occasion of the review by the President of the United 
States, of the United States Troops representing the American Expedition- 
ary Forces in Europe, near Humes, France, December 25, 1918, the 
Commander in Chief, A. E. F., presented the troops to the President as 
follows: 

"Mr. President and fellow soldiers: 

"We are gathered here today to do honor to the Commander in Chief 
of the armies and navies. For the first time an American President will 
review an American Army on foreign soil, the soil of a sister republic, 
beside whose gallant troops we have fought to restore peace to the world. 
Speaking for you and your comrades, I am proud to declare to the Presi- 
dent that no army has ever more loyally or more effectively served its 
country, and none has ever fought in a nobler cause. You, Mr. President, 
by your confidence and by your support, have made the success of our 
armies possible, and to you as our Commander in Chief, may I now present 
the nation's victorious army?" 

President Wilson made the following reply: 

"General Pershing and fellow-countrymen: 

"I wish that I could give to each one of you the message that I know you 
are longing to receive from those at home who love you. I cannot do 
that, but I can tell you how everybody at home is proud of you, how every- 
body at home has followed every move of this great army with confidence 
and affection, and how the whole people of the United States are now wait- 
ing to welcome you home with an acclaim which probably never has 
greeted any other army. Because this is a war into which our country, 
like these countries we have been so proud to stand by, has put its whole 
heart, and the reason that we are proud of you is that you have put your 
heart into it; you have done your duty, and something more, you have 
done your duty and have done it with a spirit which gave it distinction 
and glory. 

"And now we are to have the fruits of victory. You knew when you 
came over what you came over for, and you have done what it was appointed 
you to do. I know what you expect of me. Some time ago a gentleman 

(177) 




First Section. 





Ready for a Full-pack Hike. 



Excursion Boat on the Rhine. 



(178) 



from one of the countries with which we are associated, was discussing 
with me the moral aspects of this war, and I said that if we did not insist 
upon the high purposes for which this war was entered by the United 
States, I could never look those gallant fellows across the sea in the face 
again. You know what we expected of you and you did it. I know what 
you and the people at home expect of me; and I am happy to say, my 
fellow countrymen, that I do not find in the hearts of the great leaders 
with whom it is my privilege now to co-operate, any difference of princi- 
ple or of fundamental purpose. It happened that it was the privilege of 
America to present the chart for peace, and now the process of settlement 
has been rendered comparatively simple by the fact that all the nations 
concerned have accepted that chart, and that the application of those 
principles laid down there, will be their application. The world will now 
know that the nations that fought this war, as well as the soldiers that rep- 
resented them, are ready to make good — make good not merely in the asser- 
tion of their own interests, but make good in the establishment of peace 
upon the permanent foundations of right and justice. Because this is not 
a war in which soldiers of the free nations have obeyed the masters. 
You have commanders, but you have no masters. Your very command- 
ers represent you in representing the nation of which you constitute so 
distinguished a part, and this being a people's war, everybody concerned 
in the settlement knows that it must be a people's peace, that nothing 
must be done in the settlement of the issue of the war which is not as hand- 
some as the great achievements of the armies of the United States and the 
Allies. 

"It is difficult, very difficult, men, in a formal speech like this to show 
you my real heart. You men probably do not realize with what anxious 
attention and care we have followed every step you have advanced, and 
how proud we are that every step was in advance and not in retreat; that 
every time you set your faces in any direction you kept your face in that 
direction. A thrill has gone through my heart, as it has gone through 
the heart of every American, with almost every gun that was fired and 
every stroke that was struck in the gallant fighting that you have done; 
and there has been only one regret in America, and that was, the regret 
that every man there felt that he was not here in France, too. It has 
been a hard thing to perform tasks in the United States. It has been 
a hard thing to take part in directing what you did without coming over 
and helping you do it. It has taken a lot of moral courage to stay at 
home, but we were proud to back you up in every way that was possible 
to back you up, and now I am happy to find what splendid names you 
have made for yourselves among the civilian population of France as well 

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as among your comrades in arms of the French army. It is a fine testimony 
to you men that these people like you and trust you, and the finest part 
of it all is, that you deserve their trust. 

"I feel a comradeship with you today which is delightful, as I look 
about upon these undisturbed fields and think of the terrible scenes 
through which you have gone, and realize now that the quiet peace, the 
tranquility of settled hope, has descended upon us all; and, while it is 
hard so far away from home, confidently to bid you a merry Christmas, 
I can, I think, confidently promise you a happy New Year, and I can, 
from the bottom of my heart say, God bless you." 

2. This order will be read to all organizations at the first assembly 
after its receipt. 



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Official: 

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Adjutant General. 



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NEW FABLE IN SLANG 

(With apologies to George Ade.) 

Mr. Young Fellow was a brave man. He had enlisted for the dura- 
tion of the war. He belonged to that body of Parasites called Artillery. 

In the course of time he became an acrobat. He could about-face 
three times and hit the Hole of a Dugout without Notice. He learned to 
Fall in the Mud every time the Birds Sang. He saw s ghts which made 
his vSpine Shiver like a Tin Can on a Dog's Tail. With it all he was 
contented. He was doing his bit. 

One day they stopped Fighting. All up and down the line was quiet 
as an Arctic Funeral. Mr. Young Fellow took stock of His Affairs and 
decided that the Army Wasn't so bad if it was Run Right. So when 
they gave him his Discharge he told the Officer that he wanted another 
Hitch. 

You see, Mr. Young Fellow was brave enough, but his top Floor was 
Unfurnished. It never occured to him that Three Years of Army Life in 
Peace Times was merely a forerunner of an Eternity of Hell. 

He got his Hitch all right. Suffering bones of a boiled Owl! He was 
Hitched so tight that every time he moved his Head his Ribs Cracked. 
He was the Captain's Doormat. When the Colonel's Kidneys wouldn't 
work he assisted the Doctor. He did Anything and Everything that no 
self-respecting American soldier should do. For it all he was never 
cursed more than Five Times a Day, and once a month could get a three 
hours Pass if the Colonel wasn't busy. 

This is a Sad Story. Were it not so, it never would have been written. 
In conclusion, let it be said that after Long Suffering he finally died the 
Death of a Grave-Digger. 

Moral: — Don't be a damn Fool and RE-ENLIST. 



(183) 



ROMANCE AND A MOTORCYCLE 

Marie, the daughter of the Duchess of Luxembourg was beautiful, 
unmarried and just twenty-one. 

While the Americans were wafting their way through her country on 
their victorious march to Germany, Marie remarked that she would like 
to meet some of those gallant and dashing Yankee fighters who had saved 
Paris. 

News of her desire spread like fire and reached the little hamlet of 
Schifflange where Battery "C" was resting a few days preparatory to 
resuming its onward march. 

Two Corporals met and after a brief discussion decided to take advan- 
tage of the present opportunity to meet a princess. One of them was a 
dispatch rider who controlled a motorcycle with side car attached, the 
property of Uncle Sam. Without divulging their plans they started that 
afternoon for Luxembourg, a distance of forty kilometers. They carried 
with them as an offering, a carton of cigarettes and two bars of laundry 
soap. Yes the lady would meet at least two Yankees. 

They had covered but a short distance when they had to stop to repair 
a broken chain. A few kilometers further the exhaust pipe dropped by the 
wayside. Shortly the front mud guard became loosened and caused 
further delay. 

They arrived in Luxembourg late that evening. 
* * * * 

They had covered thirty-five of the forty kilometers of the distance 
home and could plainly see the lights of the city of Esch, to which Schiff- 
lange was a suburb. It had been raining hard and the two adventurers 
were experiencing difficulty in keeping the road. 

An F. W. D. truck suddenly loomed up in the darkness. There was 
a crash. All was darkness. 

The two corporals were carried to their billets where they soon regained 
consciousness. The motorcycle and men were unfit for further immediate 
service. The truck was only slightly damaged. 

A week later the Colonel called the corporals before him, demand- 
ing an explanation of the wreck and their visit to the city. Unfortunately 
there is nothing in the Army Regulations covering romance, and punish- 
ment necessarily followed. One corporal was reduced to the rank of 
private and the other was fined a nominal sum. 

However the corporal and private meet on the sly occasionally, com- 
pare photographs and enthusiastically remark, "She was worth it. Oh 
Boy!" 

(184) 



G. H. O. 
AMERICAN EXPEDITIONARY FORCES. 

General Orders France, December 26, 1918. 

No. 238. 

It is with soldierly pride that I record in General Orders a tribute to 
the taking of the St. Mihiel Salient by the First Army. 

On September 12, 1918, you delivered the first concerted offensive 
operation of the American Expeditionary Forces upon difficult terrain 
against this redoubtable position, immovably held for four years, which 
crumpled before your ably executed advance. Within twenty-four 
hours of the commencement of the attack, the salient had ceased to exist 
and you were threatening Metz. 

Your Divisions, which had never been tried in the exacting conditions 
of major offensive operations, worthy emulated those of more arduous 
experience and earned their right to participate in the more difficult 
task to come. Your Staff and Auxilliary services, which labored so 
untiringly and so enthusiastically, deserve equal commendation, and we 
are indebted to the willing co-operation of veteran French divisions and 
of auxilliary units which the Allied commands put at our disposal. 

Not only did you straighten a dangerous salient, capture 16,000 pris- 
oners and 443 guns, and liberate 240 square miles of French territory, but 
you demonstrated the fitness for battle of a unified American Army. 

We appreciate the loyal training and effort of the First Army. In 
the name of our country I offer our hearty and unmeasured thanks to 
these splendid Americans of the 1st, 4th, and 5th Corps and the 1st, 2nd, 
4th, 5th, 26th, 42nd, 82nd, 89th, and 90th Divisions, which were engaged, 
and of the 3rd, 35th, 78th, 80th and 91st Divisions, which were in reserve. 

This order will be read to all organizations at the first assembly for- 
mation after its receipt. 

By command of General Pershing: 

James W. McAndrew, 

Chief of Staff. 
Official: 

Robert C. Davis, 

Adjutant General. 

(Note. — The 66th F. A. Brigade was operating with the 1st Army as 
Army Artillery.) 

(185) 




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Anything we Chose to Have. 



(186) 



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IT MAY BE TRUE 

While his Battery was stationed at Hohr, Germany, with the Army of 
Occupation, Pvt. Lucky was taken sick and sent to a hospital in France. 
After his recovery he was assigned to a casual company which returned 
to the States where he was mustered out. 

Sixty years have elapsed. Mr. Lucky was sitting in a hotel lobby in 
Denver. General Pershing enters and our old comrade from force of 
habit snaps to attention and salutes. General Pershing notices that the 
man is in civilian clothes, and concludes that our friend was at one time 
a soldier. 

The following conversation ensues: 

"You have been a soldier?" 

"Yes sir." 

"When did you serve?" 

"In the World's War, sir." 

"With what outfit?" 

"The 148th Field Artillery, sir." 

"What Division?" 

"No Division, sir, we were Army Artillery." 

"What Brigade?" 

"The 66th Field Artillery Brigade, sir." 

General Pershing slams his hand down on the table and exclaims: 

"Well I'll be damned if I haven't forgotten and left the 66th F. A. 
Brigade in Germany. " 



(187) 




Our Tractors and Guns Amazed the Germans. 




(188) 



HEADQUARTERS 

66th FIELD ARTILLERY BRIGADE. 

AMERICAN E. F. 

19 March, 1919. 
MEMORANDUM: — To Organization Commanders: 

It is my desire to compliment the Brigade on the excellent appearance 
presented during the review by the Commander-in-Chief on Sunday, 
March 16th, 1919. 

Both the Commander-in-Chief and the Corps Commander stated that 
the Brigade presented a very neat and soldierly appearance. 

This Brigade had an enviable record of over five months continuous 
service on the line. The satisfactory manner in which it has thus far 
successfully accomplished its irksome and vexatious duty as a part of the 
Army of Occupation, has called forth favorable comment from all its 
higher commanders. The Brigade has a reputation. Let us not relax 
in our efforts, but rather let every member of this Brigade by his neat 
and soldierly appearance and by the conscientious care of the material 
entrusted to us, maintain that reputation which will always be a source 
of great satisfaction to us when our duty "over here" is done. 

P. H. Worcester, 

Colonel Field Artillery, 

Comdg. 66th F. A. Brigade. 

Headquarters 148th Field Artillery, American E. F., 21 March, 1919. 
To all organizations. 

1 To be read at one formation. 

By order of Major Hungerford, 

George I. Smith, 
Captain 148th Field Artillery, 

Adjutant. 



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(190) 



WHEN WE GET BACK FROM GERMANY 

When we get back from Germany, 

When we get back from war, 

The National Guard can go to hell, 

For we'll enlist no more. 

We'll change our clothes and take a bath, 

And by the Holy Lord, 

We'll jump into a jitney bus and vote for Henry Ford. 



GLORIOUS 

I was drunk last night, 

Drunk the night before, 

Going to get drunk tonight, 

If I never get drunk any more. 

For when I am drunk, 

I am as happy as can be, 

For I am a member of the Souse family. 

Oh glorious, glorious, 

One keg of beer for the four of us, 

Glory be to God that there are no more of us, 

For one of us can drink it all alone. 



Thou too, sail on, O German State; 

Your course you shifted pretty late; 
Now, laden to your water line, 

You dare the gale and floating mine. 

We want to see her keep afloat, 

Because we own the darned old boat. 



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Personal Sideliokts 



1st Sergt. Eric A. Johnson, Jr. 

127 N. 4th St., Victor, Colo. 



"Swede." 



Enlisted at Victor, Colorado, to see the world. After a year in France 
and Germany with his accumulated knowledge and experience, joys and 
disappointments, he decides that America is the country, Colorado the 
State, and Victor the town for the dwelling place of his affections. Swede 
had a chronic case of Goldbrickitis at Camp Greene. Became very 
lively on the front. Was wounded at Death Valley and after three months 
of luxury in the hospital he eagerly rejoined the outfit. 

"It dont make a bit of difference to me, but you know how it is." 



Mess Sergt. Joseph J. Otto. 

800 S. 3rd. St., Columbus, Ohio. 



"Otto. 



A chef of no mean ability. Has been with us from the start. Takes 
keen delight in dishing out slumgullion stew, Salmon, corn willy, hard- 
tack and bread pudding at all hours. Otto would feed us food fit for 
Captains were it in his power. He uses his German and rations to good 
advantage. When exhibiting souvenirs Otto can outclass the whole 
Battery. 



"Where are those K. P's?' 



(193) 



Sergt. Robert. O. Pennewiel. ''Bob." 

Elks Club, Colorado Springs, Colo. 

We thought we had here a hotel manager, but he proved to be a first-class 
doctor. Medicine and canteen goods his specialty. Likes to please the 
officers. A pretty good old scout who always takes an interest in the wel- 
fare of the boys. His canteen makes a profitable business. He intends 
to retire after leaving the army. 

"/ sell for just what it costs." 



Sergt. Arthur N. Roberts. "Shorty." 

Jarbidge, Nev. 

A crack shot from the west. He believes that a six shooter makes a 
good persuader. While at La Courtine he made the acquaintance of 
Spike Hennessey and since then always has tried to put into effect Spike's 
ideas when dealing with the men. What we like about Shorty the most is 
his mild temper. Even under the most difficult circumstances he finds 
time to write numerous letters. 

"Everybody out to police up." 



Sergt. Fred O. Brown. "Fred." 

Olathe, Kans. 

The source of all rumors. A vertiable fountain of knowledge. Inside 
information at all times. He refused the opportunity to attend Officers' 
School as he thinks the enlisted man plays a more honorable part. A 
chaser of "Hello girls." Fails to see where hard-boiled methods accomp- 
lish any good. 

"We are going to move next week." 



Sergt. Neal J. Hawkins. "Hawkins." 

Very quiet. He believes we will not have good discipline if the 
Sergts. get too familiar with the "bucks." Very attentive to his duties. 
When 1st Sergt. of "C" Troop he established a reputation for fairness 
and squareness. Set a good example at Death Valley. Was sent to the 
Officers' Training School and later returned a "Dovetail." 

"That's easily done." 

(194) 



Sergt. Everett C. McAninch. "Mac." 

Edmond, Okla. 

A bad man from Oklahoma. Sometimes called a "Bra-a-a-ave" man. 
His section the cleverest in the Battery. At one time he was a college 
professor. A chum of Kindsfater's. Claims that a projectile from his 
gun brought down an aviator at Nantillois. He has a keen appetite for 
stolen poultry. 

"Sound off, you Ignorant — 



Sergt. William Choate. "Bill." 

1045 E. 21st St. N., Portland, Ore. 

A reserved and peaceful man. At Death Valley the bursting shells 
chased him around a tree until he was dizzy. He especially disliked 
slackers as one of them married his girl while he was fighting in France. 
Passed an examination for a commission but on account of the war end- 
ing, he did not receive his promotion. 

"Well that was hard luck." 



Sergt. Orson S. Chapple. "Chappie." 

2259 Monroe Ave., Ogden, Utah. 

A pal of Capt. Doran — at least it is rumored that they lived in the 
same town before the war. There is no evidence of Mormonism, however. 
A crab for discipline. Loved and admired by all of his associates. Shows 
no partiality. 

".4// out and capstan." 



Sergt. George W. Williams. "Pap." 

Victor, Colorado. 

A miner from the Cripple Creek District. He is handy with his dukes 
and promoted several fights while in the Battery. While over here he 
in vain sought a widow with a chateau and a wine cellar in connection. 
Never let "Pap" beard you. Was injured on the St. Mihiel front but 
pulled through safely. 

"Give 'em Hell." 

(195) 



Sergt. Ben Hanna. "Ben." 

Albany Hotel, Denver, Colo. 

A specimen of old Ireland. Good natured and always one of the 
boys. A member in good standing of the Poker Club. This is not 
Ben's first war. "Spirits" coveted by a Major appeals particularly to 
Ben. He is Irish from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet and 
does his best to let us know it. 

"That's a kindness I'll never forget." 



Sergt. Stanley C. Gould. "Goldie." 

165 Vernon St., Norwood, Mass. 

Always smoking a pipe. We think he is American born but by his 
speech he is a typical Englishman. Very devoted to his family and is 
tickled to death when he receives his mail. Likes to brag about the 
sixteen-inch guns he worked with while in the C. A. C. 

"Now on the ramparts — " 



Sergt. Charles Haugsten. "Charlie." 

574 E. 8th St., N., Portland, Ore. 

Used to sell millinery in Oregon. A pal to all of our officers. Very 
fond of, and efficient, at quartermaster work. Officers and ranking non- 
coms well pleased. Has an insatiable desire to eat in the kitchen. The 
first man in the Battery to start the souvenir craze. 

"That is no fault of mine." 



Sergt. Louis Reed. "Looie." 

1232 Swan St., Parkersburg, W. Va. 

A minister's son but not true to type. He could speak sufficient 
German to enable him to get on the good side of the frauleins. Has a 
reputation of being an athlete. Prides himself on his literary ability. He 
is one of the few in the Battery that is strong for the "Y." 

"Let's get next to this old lady." 

(196) 



Sergt. William F. Krause. "Dutch." 

339 Virginia Ave., Knoxville, Tenn. 

Had a difficult time to make the natives understand his Pennsylvania 
Dutch. As billeting officer he always got the pick of the town and man- 
aged to have two or three good rooms at his disposal. It is best that we 
leave this country soon, or Sergt. Krause's affections will be planted here 
with some fraulein. 

"That's a good billet you've got." 



Sergt. Raleigh Harris. "Raleigh." 

125 E. 8th Ave., Denver, Colo. 

Very diplomatic in his line. He has a gas attack of his own. He 
fraternized with all of our top soaks. Was detailed to the Officers' Train- 
ing School but the sudden termination of the war lost for him his Com- 
mission. Raleigh considers himself witty and tries to keep the Battery 
in good spirits. 

"You're good, you are." 



Corp. Eugene Burt. "Burt." 

723 E. Cimarron St., Colorado Springs, Colo. 

An electrician in civil life which contributed to his success in the army. 
Attended the house party on the Border. Wears specks to improve his 
personal appearance. Writes numerous letters home and then wonders 
how they get in the papers. Gene failed to raise a fashionable mustache. 

"Say, looka here now — " 



Corp. Noble Crawford. "Kuppa Kojfee." 

205 Pacific St., Portland, Ore. 

Was one of the telephone girls. Hails from Albuquerque, N. M. 
Always singing some wild song for the benefit of others. He is full of 
pep. He is easily offended over trifles but soon forgets his troubles and 
is as joyous as ever. His main delight is kidding Peterson. 

"Hey, you worthless bum 

(197) 



Corp. William A. Argall. "Bill. 

1301 E. 10th Ave., Denver, Colo. 

Bill loves the kids in the Battery. Emptied his canteen, sold his 
knife, burned his matches and stopped his watch to obtain rest from the 
"pestering kids." Our efficient mail orderly. Cruel to the Y. M. C. A. 
and partial to the Salvation Army. A worry to those censoring his mail. 
Always will regret that he enlisted in a kid's outfit. Gets up every 
morning before reveille. 

"Dont ask foolish questions." 



Corp. James B. Kaser. "Jimmy." 

1140 Belevan Ave., Buffalo, N. Y. 

A miner from Victor. A very serious minded fellow and tends to 
business during drill hours, but when it comes time to play he cuts loose 
and is as lively and carefree as the rest. A good wrestler and takes an 
interest in athletics. Attended gas school and while on the front he 
chose the most unearthly hours to awake us with his alarms. 

"You fellows oughtn't to do that." 



Corp. John Pollo. "Polio." 

vSteamboat Springs, Colo. 

Likes to exploit the Colorado strike and the National Guard. He 
believes that the men are to blame and the officers are faultless. Seems 
to be strong for discipline. Polio was gassed by the shell that killed 
John Lahey. After spending two months in the hospital and the S.O.S., 
he rejoined us at Hohr. 

"Oh boy." 



Corp. Thomas Graning. "Tommy." 

317 S. Wahsatch Ave., Colorado Springs, Colo. 

Has had more narrow escapes than any man in the outfit. Outside 
of nearly being drowned in the river Dordogne and being nearly killed 
in a motorcycle accident, and being kidnapped by a German fraulein in 
Walsdorf, Tommy's existence abroad has been one continuous round of 
pleasure. During a gas attack in Death Valley, Graning preferred to 
"play out" a rubber of bridge to donning his mask. 

"Where do you get that old stuff, Jack?" 

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Corp. James M. Baxter, "Scottie." 

253 Chapman St., Portland, Ore. 

One of our "Ladies from Hell." Took an extra shot at the Huns at 
Beuvardes. An interpreter of Scottish songs and usually will display 
his talent for officers only. His laugh causes amusement in itself. A 
Cannibal for sweets. If Scottie would speak English we would consider 
him more civilized. 

"Don't let that fellow into line." 



Corp. John F. Brauer. "Tujfy." 

22 Maple St., Colorado Springs, Colo. 

Brauer enlisted to keep Nifong out of trouble. Always pleasant and 
courteous. He still maintains that there is a swimming pool in Stratton 
Park. William Jennings Bryan loved his grape juice but he hasn't any- 
thing on Brauer when it comes to Vin Blanc. The only thing we got 
against "Tuffy" is that he is the pal of Ike Nifong. 

"Hey, Ike." 



Corp. John N. Cabaniss. "Jack" 

Box 611, Chico, Cal. 

Held a high position in civil life and found the life of a buck private 
hard to take. Was an acting sergeant at Camp Lewis but resigned to 
be with "C" Battery. Jack tried out all the cafes and hotels in New York 
but declared that none of them could compare with the St. Francis or 
Tates. 

"See me later about that:' 



Corp. Waldo T. Stout. "Bungy." 

630 Union Ave., N., Portland, Ore. 

Gets our share of the mail. From the letters he receives he sure must 
have been popular in Oregon. We know he was popular in Castillon. It is 
rumored that "Bungy" is going to marry one of the attractive 
mademoiselles in Castillon. He earned the right to wear the D. S. C. when 
at Death Valley he left his place of safety during a terrific bombardment 
to rescue two old plugs — of tobacco. 

"Gee, its a lot of trouble to read all of these tetters." 

(199) 



Corp. Charles H. Leonard. "Leonard." 

Winlock, Washington. 

Has a brother who was sent to the States as an instructor in Field 
Artillery soon after we hit the front, and thinks he has put one over on 
him. He engaged in several occupations while on the line. We think 
he likes to figure firing data the best. Rather hasty to render his decis- 
ions and frequently has to recall them. He was accused of being a New 
York Jew by Abraham Edidin. 

"I'm going to get up for reveille in the morning." 



Corp. Arthur J. Dunn. "Jack." 

421 Craine Ave., Detroit, Mich. 

A Denver shoe salesman with high ambitions. Proud of his smile — 
so are we. In Camp Baldwin Jack made application for the flying game. 
His most trying days were spent at Camp Mills. Always bawling some- 
body out and no one can come back strong enough to offend him. He 
uses a Virginia accent which he cultivated in Michigan. 

"She's the finest little girl." 



Corp. Milton Whittenberger. "Whit." 

139 Main St., Long Beach, Cal. 

A blond haired lady killer. Impresses us as having inside information. 
"Whit" would be glad to give us some of his dope but he fears that he would 
betray the confidence of those higher up. He describes in detail his 
social activities. Strong for the Dutch treats. Ambitious to become a 
tractor Sergeant. He has a super-six and we all know it. Very reserved, 
and selects his associates with great care. 

"That's keen stuff." 



Corp. John Bankeiro. "Yunk." 

84 Richland Ave., San Francisco, Cal. 

A keen minded pugilist from Frisco. A knock- 'em-dead and drag- 
'em-out kid. Fond of entertaining the boys a la contortionist. A pro- 
tege of Lieut. Turner's and a good mixer. "Yunk" is perfectly harmless 
but he would like to have the boys believe that he is a "tough" guy. 

"Ask Lieut. Turner." 

(200) 



Corp. Rudolph Johnson. "Rudie." 

1196 E. 35th St., N., Portland, Ore. 

A fair, freckled-faced, auburn-haired youth from Scandinavia. A 
regu'ar lady killer and is going to get married as soon as we hit the States. 
He acquired a reputation for work at the front and now that the war is 
over "Rudie" believes that working is one of the non-essentials. 

"Heave! Heave!" 



Corp. OrvillE Roberts. "Shorty." 

Sheldon, Mo. 

Shorty is from Missouri, chews tobacco and likes the army. Very 
clever in performing antics for the German frauleins who fall in love with 
him at first sight. At the request of a sweet little German maid Shorty 
reluctantly parted with his treasured misplaced eyebrow. He is a good 
worker, and regardless of how hard the work may be, he is always in good 
spirits, nothing seems to dishearten him. 

"Well, you cant do that." 



Corp. Eugene C. Nifong. "Chew." 

810 E. Willamette Ave., Colorado Springs, Colo. 

Nifong left us at Mills with the horse detail and is one of two of 
that crew to get back to the Battery. He is never satisfied. He was 
transferred to Regimental Headquarters twice and both times he managed 
through his restlessness to get back to the outfit. "Chew" was distin- 
guished three times by his home paper; once when he enlisted, once when 
he slept between two logs, and when the war to him became a bore. One 
of the few men who could command the Colonel's attention with a few 
words. 

"Sound off, 2nd Battalion." 



Corp. Ernest M. Mattley. "M attic y." 

Jackson, Cal. 

An ex-sailor who is strong for discipline. Earned his stripes in a 
gun section. Later Mattley took up automobiling and found it much 
better to his taste. He navigated his Quad over many a stormy sea and 
never once lost his balance. 

"Well, I'll tell you now." 

(201) 



Corp. Clifford C. Leach. '"Leach." 

New Salem, N. D. 

A husky, good natured fellow who never sees a dark side to anything. 
Always ready to laugh when there is nothing to laugh at. He is a man 
who has not yet outgrown his kid ways. That's what we like about him. 
Hard and faithful service gave him his stripes. 



Corp. Charles A. Torbit. ' Charlie." 

Fountain, Colo. 

A corporal who gets along with everybody. Charlie has never been 
known to have a chewing match with a buck private. Was very fond of 
the work in a gun crew and is thinking of following something similar 
when he gets back to civil life. Although coming from a wild and woolly 
town he is quiet and peaceful. 

"Well I say so." 



Corp. William F. Jones. "Beat." 

430 S. 4th St., Victor, Colo. 

A pal to the top soak. Everybody can obtain sympathy from Beat. 
He is one of the few men who never sounds off and is considered a pretty 
good soldier. Earned his stripes on a gun section. We don't know ex- 
actly how old he is, but we know he is not a kid, for he is a pal of Argall. 

"Thev do lit do that in Victor." 



Corp. Frank E. Arnold. "The Duck." 

Snover, Michigan. 

Is more interested in others' affairs than his own. Took a particular 
delight in having telephone girls page him at the front. He came to us 
at Nantillois and still wishes he was back with his old outfit. He is gen- 
erally on the job. We do not know what he did in civil life but when 
it comes to carpentry he is right there. 

"Did he say that}" 

(202) 



Corp. James Harley, Jr. "Jock." 

334 S. Convent St., Trinidad, Colo. 

A Scotchman and a pal to Argall. "I" is an important word in his 
vocabulary. Has a jolly disposition and knows the Highland fling. 
Enjoys nothing more than to corner men new to the front, and convince 
them that "C" Battery is the greatest outfit on the line. 

"I am not Scotch, I am Irish." 



Corp. Harvey I. Shonts. "Shonts." 

Kdwest, Colorado. 

A typical Colorado farmer and proud of the fact. Never gambles but 
will play poker for francs occasionally. A gas expert and a critic of 
souvenirs. A hero in his own home town, the only man from there that 
ever saw service in France. His greatest worry is his hair, which is rapidlv 
leaving him. 

"Dad gummit." 



Corp. Merrill E. Beneka. "Beneka." 

939 E. 14th St., N., Portland, Ore. 

Rather a clown who has never taken life or the army seriously. In 
the States he was quite a lady killer judging from his luck in France. He 
is one of the fellows who kept his folks in hot water by telling them what 
a devil he was at the front. His greatest talents are along vaudeville 
lines. 

"You know me." 



Mech. Earl M. Smith. "Smittic." 

906 Galena Ave., Galena, Kans. 

Extremely proud of his record at the front as well as his past civilian 
record. He likes to have someone tell him how good a mechanic he is or 
even have you listen while he tells you what he can do. Was rather 
unpopular with the gun crews at the front, but records show that "C" 
Battery's guns were in firing condition more than any other Battery's 
in the Regiment. 

"You'll have to come around later, I'm busy." 

(203) 



Mech. Aureuo Raggio. " Ragg." 

3060 Buchanan St., San Francisco, Cal. 

A man with a peculiar laugh. "Ragg" possesses the ability to kid 

them all along. He takes a special delight in Bill Argall. Had a narrow 

escape at Wasserbillig but with a graceful flying leap he saved his life. 
He is quite a wizard when it comes to repairing trucks. 

''Well, those damned truck drivers." 



Mech. James H. Cochran. "Jimmy." 

306 Prospect St., Ft. Morgan, Colo. 

"Jimmy" learned all about our guns by taking off the wheels and 
greasing them while he was attending a French Ordnance school near 
Paris. He is an all around mechanic and even indulges in carpentry 
work once in a while. At the front Jimmy was a mother to his chief, 
Smittie. 

"Well I dont know a thing about it, yoiill have to ask Smittie." 



Mech. Arthur A. White. "White." 

Box 180, Elk Grove, Cal. 

He doesn't say much but thinks and does quite a bit. His favorite 
pastime at the front was making souvenirs and we venture to say that 
"White" has a variety of souvenirs that can't be equaled. Has the repu- 
tation of being the best mechanic in the Regiment. 

"FU fix that." 



Mech. Benjamin A. Gaylor. "Benny." 

Elbert, Colo. 

"Benny" takes a great interest in the African game of golf, probably 
the greatest crap shooter in the Regiment. Supposedly made a stake 
off from the boys. He prides himself on the fact that he never did any 
drilling since being in the Army. 

"Come eleven — look out there craps." 

(204) 



Mech. William L. Carter. "Nic." 

595 Davis St., Portland, Ore. 

The Baker City stage driver. The only man in the outfit who is 
willing to work at all times. He very cleverly impersonates both Charlie 
Chaplin and Raggio. He was assistant to "Ragg" on a tractor and was 
transferred with him to the echelon. Speaks Raggio language fluently. 

"Put a cigarette in my mouth, my hands are greasy." 



Cook, Thomas Stringham. "Tom." 

2228 Water St., Boulder, Colo. 

Raynor's constant associate. Likes to kid the boys along as they get 
their slum, so they will neglect to criticize what he is handing out. Won 
seven hundred francs while at the front. A Black Jack shark. As a 
cook Tom is a good fighter. 

"If I ever get out of the army, I'll never look at another kitchen." 



Cook, William H. Deistlekamp. "Deis." 

2129 Union St., San Francisco, Cal. 

A quiet and modest cook. He is very accommodating and will part 
with anything which is in the kitchen. "Deis" drew the short straw at 
Nantillois and had to leave his dugout to stir the rice. Won our grati- 
tude with French Fries and Hot Cakes. 

"Take it when I am not looking." 



Cook, Robert F. Eubank. "Bob." 

Fountain, Colo. 

"Bob" is proud of two things; one is his ability to ride a broncho and the 
other is his promotion from incinerator sergeant to cook. Likes to impress 
Otto that he is always on the job. He cannot keep his hands out of the 
hot grease. Chuckles with satisfaction when he learns that the kitchen 
is to be located near a gin mill. 

"If I give it to one, I'll have to give it to the whole Battery." 

(205) 



Cook, Dante Martinelli. "Mart." 

117 Aspern Ave., San Francisco, Cal. 

Here is a man with a very excitable nature. He has quite a reputation 
for making french fried potatoes and handing out juicy steaks. However 
he catered to those with Commissions only, and we are not qualified to 
judge his ability. He introduced Italian dishes to the Battery. Was 
wounded at Death Valley. 

"No mattah." 



Bugler, Earl A. Brown. "Brownie." 

Childress, Texas. 

"Brownie" is the son of Jack Brown, sheriff of Childress, Texas. His 
favorite theme is girls. Can always relate a story better than the one 
just told. His army career has been filled with disappointments; one 
day he is a private and the next he is a bugler. At the front he was a 
telephone operator and there was not a more willing man on the detail. 

"Well that's nothing, I — " 



Bugler, Benjamin R. Willis. "Red." 

Union, Ore., Box 143. 

He learned the finer arts of goldbricking in the navy and applied them 
with great success in the army. While at the front "Red" earned quite 
a reputation as a truck driver. He would rather bugle than soldier any 
day. Dike all sailors he has a girl in every port. 

"// they don't put me back to bugling, it's damn little work I'll do." 



Wag. Leland E. Balding. "Cad 8." 

Arvada, Colo., Box 225. 

One of those wise birds from Denver. He has a line of talk that can 
not be equalled. Tries to give the impression that he is hard, yet he is 
perfectly harmless. He is very fond of publicity in his home town. At 
the front he managed a F. W. D. very well. 

"We mooped down the drag and I paid the freight." 

(205) 



Wag. Leo Bellows. "Bellows." 

Polo, Illinois. 

Makes a better listener than entertainer. Very quiet and reserved 
as becomes a tractor driver. Will give his opinion only upon the most 
weighty matters. What we like most about Bellows is that he never 
starts an argument and has not the appearance of a tractor driver. 

"Well, I don't know — " 



Wag. Paul J. Blain. "Blain." 

224 E. 13th and Clark, Goodland, Kansas. 

A boiler maker from Kansas. A personal friend of Smittie's and how 
they got along together so well we have never been able to find out. A 
mechanic and a truck driver. Not very long in English but finds that 
a few cuss words help out. A Newlywed. 



Wag. Clarence A. Cox. "Cox." 

Box 44, McCormick, Wash. 

A small-town deputy sheriff from Hilsboro. A good mechanic and 
chauffeur. He sang romantic songs to the ladies in Paris and made a direct 
hit with one especially, who lived at the Hotel Ritz. Leader of the scrap 
iron quartette. His tractor was stuck in the mud at Montfaucon and they 
found that it was overloaded with souvenirs. 

"7 was here first." 



Wag. Raymond Darling. "Grace." 

665 E. Morrison St., Portland, Ore. 

Imported from Hawaii, carried along to provide juicy, spicy enter- 
tainment for our officers. Dances, sings and impersonates equally well. 
The Battery's "funny" man; kept us light hearted and never allowed 
gloom to come over us. We wouldn't be contented without our "Darling." 

"Have you seen Goof Harris?" 

(207) 



Wag. William H. East. "East." 

1320 Court St., Salem, Ore. 

Absolutely quiet. A good mechanic and appears to be ambitious. 
While at auto school his class elected him as their acting sergeant. He 
takes everything seriously and seems to get little pleasure out of army life. 
We would like to have him filled with champagne so that he would "sound 
off" for the boys. 

"That makes no difference.' 1 '' 



Wag. Myron R. Evans. "Evans." 

Colorado Springs, Colo. 

Evans enlisted because he thought he would have an opportunity to 
pay his respects to the beauties in Paris. To meet any social situation 
whatever and talk his way airily through it, Evans reads "Vanity Fair." 
Was seen riding about New York in a Pierce Arrow Limousine. We don't 
blame him for getting "lost" in New York. This war has been a bore to 
Evans. 



Wag. Elwood T. Haas. . "Haas." 

326 S. Nevada Ave., Colorado Springs, Colo. 

A lad who never would take the army seriously. One of Sergt. Cator's 
friends, consequently he spent most of his time at the echelon. He ad- 
mitted that he was a pretty good pugilist. Has a quick temper and has 
been very lucky to get by with it in this mans army. Was a truck driver 
at the front. Occasionally indulges in football and baseball. 

"Watch me." 



Wag. Harry R. Hunt. "Dug-out." 

282 Waller St., San Francisco, Cal. 

He so loved his meals that he gave up drill to be first in line. Never 
kicks, about the quality of the grub, but only on the quantity. One of 
the native sons. Took leave on his own accord to see Paris and claims 
that nothing there equals what there is in Frisco. 

"Tractor drivers first." 

208) 



Wag. John Loberg. "Yohn." 

Blair, Wis. 

Came to us at Camp Mills and broke into the limelight at Camp de 
Souge when he tried to dictate terms to the Cavalry Provost Guard. Was 
a carpenter but has developed into an excellent truck driver. Never 
known to start a conversation; probably he is ashamed of his Swedish 
accent. 

"Yumping Yimminy.'" 



Wag. Cecil J. Martien. "Martien." 

Milwaukee, Ore., Route 2, Box 140 A. 

The founder of the "Society for the Abolition of Reveille." He is 
capable of making himself heard in any crowd. An accomplished player 
of the harmonica. Never lost an argument, for no one could be found 
who could talk as loud as he. 

"Might is right." 



Wag. John L. Reisinger. "Johnny." 

Manitou, Colo. 

It seems strange that a man of his dancing abilities should take to 
tractor driving. He has gained so much weight in the army that we think 
his dancing days are over. A disciple of Whittenberger. Johnny always 
managed to keep on details which he preferred to drilling. 

"That's easy." 



Wag. Guy G. Rizor. "Rizor." 

Durkee, Ore. 

A man who very often comes up to you and tries to mooch a cigarette 
without anybody seeing him. He is very elated with driving a Latil. 
Used to be a cavalryman and is credited with some good horsemanship. 
Has been known to shy at girls on the street. 

"Got a little tobacco?" 

(209) 



Wag. Percy L. Thornton. "Shorty." 

General Delivery, Portland, Ore. 

Used to call him "Rob Niekles," an old street car conductor — made 
a good truck driver though — guess it's because there are no fares to be 
collected. A good natured scout and will always do you a favor. Drove 
the B. C. Truck at the front and claims that it is a disgrace to drive a 
Quad. 



Wag. Atieuo Travi. "Frisco Kid." 

343 Edinburgh St., San Francisco, Cal. 

Considers himself quite a kidder but the only man's goat that he ever 
got was Kindsfater's. No one could ever understand why his Latil was 
nearly always in the shop and why it took so long to repair it. Can't 
stand to have any one come back at him. Nothing pleases him more than 
to have someone take his picture. 

"Henry, come in the house." 



Wag. George; E. Underwood. "Lady Fingers." 

366j, 2 Broadway, W., Portland, Ore. 

Takes great pride in his personal appearance. He amuses himself by 
trying to kid someone. His greatest worry is his feet; it may be their 
size. Chuck full of good advice on any topic. Quite a ladies' man and 
gets innumerable letters from his home town. 

"I did not." 



Wag. Gervies O'Bryan. "Jerv." 

Nederland, Colorado. 

Wherever you hear a noise Jerv is there. Our wildest Irishman. Has 
a soft job driving a White reconnaissance car and intends to hang onto it. 
He has a temper as quick as powder. Suffered a great deal from home- 
sickness. Possesses a kind nature and is everybody's friend. 

"You may be the world to your mother but you are nothing to me." 

(210) 



Pvt. Frank M. Arnold. "Dad." 

The oldest man in the Battery but has the pep of a youth of 20. En- 
listed to fight and not to soldier. If he had been a doughboy he would 
have many Huns to his credit. He has a craze for souvenirs and spent 
his extra time looking for them. Was always on the job and made his 
presence felt. 

" Watch yourself." 



Pvt. Frank A. Lambert. "Shorty." 

Oak Grove, Ore. 

A lad who used to be a soldier and claims that a sailor's life is a snap 
to the life on the western front. Judging from certain experiences we 
agree with him. He has had many and varied experiences and delights in 
entertaining us with his stories. 



Pvt. Fred G. Arnold. "Fred." 

24 Burton St., Loughborough, Leicester, Eng. 

He is an Englishman, not by the jokes he cracks, but by his everlasting 

»good nature. Was once an English soldier and a good wrestler. Can 
wrestle still but seldom indulges. We agree with Fred that the S. O. S. 
played us a dirty trick when they salvaged our barrack bags. 

"That makes no difference." 



Pvt. Selmar Boe. "Boe." 

1440 Montana Ave., Portland, Ore. 

A pal of Caplet's. Boe is always explaining to Cap how he happened 
to miss reveille. He drives a troublesome Quad, which at present is the 
object of all his criticism. Possesses a cigarette holder three feet long. 
Thinks he is tough but we consider him as gentle as a lamb. 

"Well, is that rigid." 

(211) 



Pvt. Charley Brim. "Brim." 

Hartwell, Mo. 

One of the champions of the southern gang. Brim is from Missouri 
down near Lapland, and is true to the Missouri slogan. During his army 
career he has the honor of being in every section; which he liked best we 
don't know. Brim is not a bit bashful in telling us what he thinks of the 
army. 

"This army is rot." 



Pvt. William L. Brtjnell. "Bill." 

303 Hancock St., Portland, Ore. 

A singer and admirer of romance. He serenaded all the fat women of 
Castillon. Bill doesn't believe in hard work — he is not an exception. A 
graduate of the French Automobile Academy. Bill's hardest job in this 
man's army is to get up for reveille. 

"Lend me five francs." 



Pvt. Roy B. Berry. "Berry." 

Sebastapol, Cal. 

We never know what is on his mind except when he is "feeling good" 
and then he tells all he knows. A teamster by profession, but in the army 
a good man on the gun section. Rattle-brained ideas of Lieutenants 
and Sergeants only amuse him. 

"Dog gone." 



Pvt. Irvin B. Birdabove. " Birdabove." 

Xavier, Mont. 

An intelligent Crow. He was wounded at Death Valley, later assigned 
to the 15th F. A. but took French leave and returned to the outfit. He 
and the rest of the tribe went on the warpath at Le Havre and with 
cries of "Powder River" he descended on the Camp, causing considerable 
excitement. Never says an unnecessary word. 

"Ugh." 

(212) 



Pvt. Oscar J. Burns, Jr. "Burns." 

Crested Butte, Colo. 

Worked in the O. M. at Baldwin, where he obtained the wrong idea 
of the army. Burns was a charter member of the poker club at Merritt. 
Entertained the sailors with a fake fight on the "Baltic." Burns filled the 
vacancy caused in the mechanical division of the Battery when Joe McCuan 
came into his own. 



Pvt. Louis Caplet. "Cap.' 1 

Xavier, Mont. 

A good scout. Likes to have a friendly tussle with anybody whose 
size gives him the advantage. Cap was one of the main pulls in the 
second section. His ambitions were realized when he became an assistant 
tractor driver. Likes to be in the limelight and is very often heard 
sounding off. 



Pvt. Charles A. Brown. "Brownie." 

Cripple Creek, Colo. 

In his opinion an enlisted man is a slave, a dog and a fool — generally 
called a private by the officers. Takes full advantage of a soldier's right 
to grumble. When "Brownie" boosts for a thing the chances are that 
every man in the Battery is for it. 



Pvt. Ernest H. Bruce. "Ernie." 

416 N. Prospect St., Colorado Springs, Colo. 

First joined the navy, switched to the army and transferred to the 
kitchen. In Baldwin it was fowl that kept him awake at night; in 
Castillon it was Vin Blanc; and at the front it was gas. Maybe Ernie 
couldn't throw Cator, but we'll bet he could knock him out. 

"Give us a little Ckubbins." 

(213) 



Pvt. Irvin J. Christenson. "Chris." 

Kotney, Idaho. 

A Swede who speaks German fluently. Very talkative when in a good 
mood. Chris thinks the army is alright in war time but he can't hand it 
much in time of peace. The man to fire the first shot at the Huns. One 
of the "River Pirates." He doesn't like "sound off" and other nonsense. 

" Raus mit 'em." 



Pvt. David J. Cole;. "Davy." 

Husum, Wash. 

The most ambitious man in the Battery. When not on duty he is 
studying, anything from botany to woman suffrage. At the front he 
operated a telephone most of the time and later transferred to the ammuni- 
tion detail, but why, we never have been able to find out. To be popular 
with the girls he tried to raise a mustache but we think it was Davy 
himself that the girls fell for. 

"Gosh hang it." 



Pvt. Ned Decker. "Ned." 

Stuart, Iowa. 

Rather embarrassed when one of the fellows asks him to show his 
pictures. Ned is, besides a soldier, a willing "Y" worker. It pays to 
advertise; Ned knows, for now he is writing to more girls than any man 
in the outfit. Takes special delight in relating to new arrivals the wonder- 
ful history of the Battery. 

"Snap at it." 



Pvt. Alex Demos. "Alex." 

Seattle, Wash. 

Have not yet seen him scared. Likes to pose as a strong man. Raises 
a Von Hindenburg mustache, which he holds very dear. Always willing 
to meet anyone in a test of strength. He is humored too much by the 
men and is a "spoiled boy." 

"Hit 'em and take 'em." 

(214) 



PvT. Paul Cleave. "Sir Cleave." 

Meeker, Colo. 

The Battery's bureau of information. Can talk for hours without 
convincing. Discusses electricity, politics, farming, science, economics 
and dressmaking with equanimity. Cleave is one of our hardest workers; 
always doing more than his share. 

"And the like." 



PvT. Joseph D. Condon. "Step and a half." 

2460 W. Lake Place., Denver, Colo. 

A tall, slender, handsome soldier with no worries attached. Accepts 
conditions as they are. Was wounded in the arm and leg at Death Valley 
and refused to be evacuated to the hospital, preferring to remain on duty 
with the outfit. A corporal or sergeant's job does not interest Joe. Was 
the other man on the horse detail to return to the outfit. 

"It makes no difference, lad." 



Pvt. Zacharias Cosmas. "Jack." 

Ensley, Ala., Box 278. 

He was never known to miss a drill or formation. At Death Valley 
he lost his helmet and saved his life by holding a pair of shoes over his 
head. A good worker on a gun section but has not yet been able to tell 
the difference between B. M. 7 and B. M. 9 powder. 

"I did know." 



Pvt. Comer C. Conway. "Skeeter." 

Chapman, Ala. 

Old Skeeter is from away down south and is always longing for mother's 
biscuits and honey. Skeeter was always at his post no matter how dark 
the night. He always says, "gosh a'mighty," and when very provoked 
says, "gosh a'might damn." Only the natives understand Skeeter, for 
he jabbers like a cock-a-too. 

"Gosh a mighty." 

(215) 



Pvt. Wilson Dupree. '"Whiskers the 2nd." 

Lexington, Ala. 

A good little man that was always there. One of the southern gang 
but was always working. He endeavored to raise a better mustache than 
Ike. He is never caught in an argument with one of the "native sons." 
Was on a gun section and never growled on account of the work to be 
done. 

"Wal I'll swan." 



Pvt. John Engbeck. "Jack." 

27 S. 4th East, Salt Lake City, Utah. 

A newlywed from Salt Lake who claims Portland, Ore., as his home. A 
hatter by trade but an all around good fellow by nature. G. P. F's. were 
harder to handle than hats, so Jack operated in the signal detail while at 
the front. He aspired to something higher, but now that the war is over 
he is satisfied to let things ride. Extremely proud of his jigging. 

" That's old stuff." 



Pvt. Abraham Edidin. "Edidin." 

2138 Evergreen Ave., Chicago, 111. 

Never ate pork until he came into the army. Prides himself on being 
a good soldier, and probably he is, for he came from the C. A. C. A good 
singer and wants us all to hear his voice. 

"They don't know nothing." 



Pvt. William J. Eubank. "Bill" 

Fountain, Colo. 

Has much respect for Belleau Woods. Takes special delight in vent- 
ing his feelings on the breech block but never on any person. Could be easily 
mistaken for an aiming post. Never complains of any detail, so conse- 
quently when the top kicker is looking for a detail Bill is sure to be one 
of the goats. 

"I'll be all right in the morning." 

(216) 



Pvt. Grant M. FrezierES. '"Grant." 

Manitou, Colo. 

This lad is from the foot of Pike's Peak. If dancing was part of the 
drill, Grant would have no kick on the army. His name suggests that he 
is a Frenchman, but we found that the only thing he liked about France 
was the mademoiselles. He is a tractor driver and still has hopes of being 
made a wagoner. 



Pvt. Angelo Ficcio. "Fish." 

2721 Morgan St., Tampa, Fla. 

A piano player, a tailor, and has the gift of gab. Our latest addition 
to the "noisy bunch." He wanted a cartoon of himself and his shop 
in this book — our cartoonist said "it couldn't be done." Fish has learned 
that the army is no place to make money. 

"If / cant do it, it cant be done." 



Pvt. Willie A. Flores. "Willie." 

Rambin, Louisiana. 

The man with the gold front. Always made an impression on the 
frauleins by showing his gold teeth. He was always well heeled, but the 
source is unknown. A regular cut-up and a patron of the wine shops. 
Flores deemed himself so important as to require an order from the Cap- 
tain to get his hair cut. Known as the man with the gold front. 



Pvt. Jesse G. Gonzales. "Villa." 

1784 Filbit St., San Francisco, Cal. 

A good-hearted Mexican from California. A butcher in civil life and 
has followed that profession in the army. Made himself famous by his 
choice steaks. A lady-killer in Frisco, and never tires relating his esca- 
pades with the beautiful women. 

"Sure, help yourself." 

(217) 



Pvt. Malcolm D. Graham. "Mai." 

1601 Nevada Ave., Colorado Springs, Colo. 

Colorado's crack sprinter. While at Baldwin, Mai salvaged a cake, 
much to the sorrow of Maharry. Swears off smoking the first of every 
month. He has a bad habit of talking in his sleep. While we were in New 
York, Mai made several trips about the country in the direction of Balti- 
more. Mai had little difficulty in locating the deck when the fire extin- 
guisher fell on the floor. 

"Don't kid me, lad." 



Pvt. Daniel Gill. "Gill." 

1721 E. 21st St., Portland, Ore. 

A man who came to us at Souge; knows the game and plays it fair. 
Constantly chuckling; anything pleases Gill. Is an automobile mechanic 
but preferred to be at the front on a gun section. His ambitions were 
never realized in the army. 

"Aw, go on." 



Pvt. Dewey Goodspeed. "Dewey." 

231 E. Vermijo Ave., Colorado Springs, Colo. 

Very frivolous and changes girls every week. The only thing he doesn't 
like about this army is being in it. When it comes to busting trucks and 
motorcycles, Dewey is right there. Dewey is a good worker but he doesn't 
believe in demonstrating his abilities. 

"That's alright." 



Pvt. William R. Gould. "Bill." 

Reno, Ark. 

This man is a great friend of the barber's. A shark at poker, black- 
jack and craps. Another one of our C. A. C. men, but does not claim that 
the C. A. C.'s won the war. He is very fond of Coblenz and it appeals 
to him strongly. He also likes the frauleins. Chums with Flores. 

(218) 



Pvt. Guy W. Hanson. "Dutch." 

304 Chatatam St., Mobile, Ala. 

A southerner and a regular clown. Very interesting and amusing to 
talk with. Was wounded in the foot at Death Valley. In civil life he 
was a marine engineer. An authority on saw mills. Dutch is very fond 
of talking and is always ready to engage in argument, no matter what the 
subject. 



Pvt. Walter D. Hodgkinson. "Walt." 

317 S. Wahsatch Ave., Colorado Springs, Colo. 

Came to "C" Battery at the outbreak of the war and served through 
all of our operations. Went to Brest on the motorcycle detail and had 
some thrilling experiences. At Blercourt he was injured in a motorcycle 
accident and left the outfit just before we started for Germany. Was 
willing and always gay and proved to be a friend in time of need. 

"Sure I'm game." 



Pvt. Henry A. Harris. "Hank." 

403 W. Maple St., Wichita, Kans. 

A dry-farmer from New Mexico, ex-cook, and a man of few words. 
Has a very funny and attractive laugh. He is always laughing and he is 
the only one that can see the joke. Spent most of his time at the front 
playing black jack. A good cook but a better man on a gun section; not 
so many to please. 



Pvt. Albert E. Hatch. "Bert." 

225 N. 5th St., Victor, Colo. 

A Cripple Creek miner. Took the boys on many a joy ride while we 
were in Castillon. A good athlete. Likes wine and will help anybody 
celebrate. A champion of the worthy cause of the assistant drivers. A 
truck driver who degenerated into an assistant tractor driver. 

"I'll tell you how it is." 

(219) 



Pvt. Peter C. Hauser. "Pete." 

757 Freemont St., Portland, Ore. 

Popularly known as the "Albina Bum." "Silence is golden" applies 
very well to Pete. Likes to roll 'em. He would make a good funeral 
director. When you are out and on the bust, you can depend on Pete for 
your trust. 



Pvt. Francis L. Hinds. "Hinds." 

434 Jefferson St. W., Portland, Ore. 

Kept close acquaintance with cooties — the acquaintance extended 
long after the armistice. A Sunday School teacher in civil life but does 
not apply his teachings in the army. He is frequently known as "one of 
the 57." A faithful worker and never shirked his duty. 

"Oh, say — " 



Pvt. Silas Harris. . "Goofy." 

367 Bellevue Ave., Daly City, Cal. 

A songster from Frisco. They say in civil life he sang for a living — 
we don't doubt it, for he seems to be a pretty good entertainer. He found 
the Colonel very amusing one day and broke forth with an outburst of 
laughter that was very unmilitary. On arrival in a new town "Goofy" 
slicks up and goes out to locate some pretty frauleins and to take stock of 
the place. 

"Where is Darling." 



Pvt. Frank W. Hathaway. "Hathaway." 

468 Yam Hill St., Portland, Ore. 

A brown-eyed beauty. One of our men who takes great pride in his 
personal appearance. The only man to have the honor to be a first-class 
private twice. Very fond of and efficient at K. P. An assistant driver 
on the front who soon developed into a good "Quad Shover." 

(220) 



Pvt. John F. Hubacek. "Hubacek." 

1403 S. 2nd Ave., Maywood, 111. 

The man to whom the credit for most of the book's cartoons are due. 
Sprechens the Deutsch and has a good time with the frauleins. He is 
also a photographer and puts out some good pictures. While in Hohr 
he spent most of his time running the spot-light for the 148th show. He 
left with the show when it went on its tour of the Occupation Area. 

"That ought to make a good picture." 



Pvt. John T. Hutchinson. "Hutch." 

Doyle, Lassen Co., Reno, Nevada. 

Could not get enough chow by lining up, so he acquired the job of 
permanent K. P. Always contends that the duties of a tractor driver 
are more laborious than any other job. Had numerous clashes with the 
M. P's. and always emerged victorious. Hutch soon found out that a 
Jackie's cap did not conform with army regulations. 

"Give me a kiss, Joe." 



Pvt. William G. Holman. "Hip." 

710 Albina Ave., Portland, Ore. 

The only fellow who ever beat the army. Was transferred to Brigade 
Headquarters and from there to the 146th F. A., where it did not agree 
with him and was sent back to us, the only outfit that could give him a good 
home. A mechanic and known to us as one of the "Albina Bums." 

"Oh, Baxter — " 



Pvt. Floyd A. Johnson. "Johnson." 

Maple Hill, Kans. 

A relic from the Border Campaign and a man who has "been 
there." A farmer in civil life and plans to take up a homestead when he 
gets back. A pal of "Happy" Townsend and has not been the same 
fellow since "Happy" left us. Endeavored to show a tractor a good time 
at the front. 

" You dont know a damned thing about it." 

(221) 



Pvt. Louis C. Henderson. "Looie." 

220 E. Las Animas St., Colorado Springs, Colo. 

One of our motorcycle demons. Looie is a good truck driver also. 
His White won the race at Chateau-Thierry. He seems never satisfied 
and is always trying to transfer. Used to be a dog-robber but now 
thinks he has risen above that. He is always in for a good time and always 
seems to have one. 

" You tell Vm." 



Pvt. Wesley W. Hendricks. "Toothbrush." 

Kendrick, Colo., R. F. D. B. 

A pal of Bob's and is always in for a soft job. Was a member of the 
bald-headed club. Another one of our men who tried to raise an A. E. F. 
mustache. Would rather be in the Q. M. than be a powder monkey. 
On the drill grounds he finds it hard to keep in step. 

"You'll have to see Bob." 



Pvt. Jesse O. Johnson. "Old Jess." 

Florala, Alabama. 

The king of the ammunition detail. Old Jess worked according to 
his moods. Formerly a supply sergeant and fond of bragging about what 
he got away with. He is always talking of that little girl of his down 
south. Trained under Gruber. 

"Wal, I'll swear." 



Pvt. Avery F. Jones. "Jones." 

Nicholas, S. C. 

A southern fellow who speaks with the accent of the south but does 
not associate with the "southern gang." Very interested in tobacco and 
very enthusiastic about his tobacco farm down south. A crack shot 
with the service rifle and will be on the team representing the 148th in 
the shooting matches. 

"Well, boys — " 

(222) 



Pvt. George E. Joseph. "Joe." 

2116 W. Pikes Peak Ave., Colorado Springs, Colo. 

A side kicker's of Whit's and a good worker if in the right mood. A 
telephone operator who would show up any central. Very often seen 
with Warner Small; probably that is why he is liked so well. Was on 
the Battery football team and shows lots of pep if offered encouragement. 

"Is that straight dope?" 



Pvt. George B. Kurtz. "Kurtz." 

Ft. Logan, Colo. 

The Major's dog-robber and the bird who can give 'em all information. 
While over here he spent his time driving a Dodge, impersonating Paul 
Revere. Lives at Bn. Hdq. but comes to the Battery occasionally to get 
a square meal. Had numerous experiences in Castillon and very fond 
of relating them. 

"/ have a line of my own." 



Pvt. Mike Kline. "Mike." 

Belle Fourche, S. D. 

A fellow who shovels it in with both hands and complains of the punk 
grub. The C. A. C. gave us Mike. Came to us at Blercourt and was 
transferred back to his old outfit while we were enduring our stay in Hohr 
town "on the Rhine." He has Irish written all over his map. 

"If we only had better grub." 



Pvt. Henry Kindsfater. "Bootnose." 

Milliken, Colorado. 

He always takes advantage of his position when on guard and does 
not hesitate to call an officer. There was one time in the army that 
Henry found it necessary to shoot snipes. He believes in acquiring his 
passes from the Brigade Commander. His Quad couldn't resist the temp- 
tation to climb a telephone pole. 

"You tell 'em, native sons." 

(223) 



Pvt. Nicholas E. Long. "Nic." 

Worsester Bldg., Portland, Ore. 

A man with no enemies. Drove a Latil on the front. Used to drive 
with Travi and would rather drive with him than the General himself. 
A member of the Ole Quartette. He is like "Os," has got to have a song 
before he can talk business. 

"Aw! come on, let's have a song." 



Pvt. Jack W. Borer. "Jack." 

Box 157, Yuma, Ariz. 

A great man from Arizona. Rumor has it that he shot a man over a 
card game. A hunter, sportsman, gambler, business man, outlaw and 
last, but not least, a devil with the ladies. He was the best dressed soldier 
in the S. O. S. He could never manage to get his nails trimmed in time 
for reveille. 

"How's the chance to get a little milk and toast." 



Bug. David Morris. "Morris." 

1528 Nostrand Ave., Brooklyn, N. Y. 

Our bugler from the C. A. C. Makes a hit with all of the girls. Comes 
from N. Y. and endeavors to make us believe that he has experienced 
all there is in New York City. Was transferred to us at Blercourt and 
left the outfit to rejoin his old Company while we were at Kohr. Some 
say that he is a good bugler. 

"At ease, men." 



Pvt. Chester Little. "Blonde." 

Forest Home, Ala. 

A handsome, blond haired fellow who hails from the south. An en- 
thusiastic erap shooter. Sergt. Roberts finally discovered his camou- 
flaged dug-out at Nantillois and called his attention to the fact that there 
were plenty of shells to wrestle. He is very fond (?) of all kinds of hard 
work. 

"Let me see." 

(224) 



Pvt. Benjamin F. LittlEField. "Ben." 

Greer, S. C. 

The apparent leader of the southern crew. A slicker at gambling 
but a shark at poker. Always loans and spends his money in a good- 
hearted way. The leader of the quartette of revival songs while on the 
front but now that the war is over we seldom hear him singing revival 
hymns. 

"The old army game, ckuck-a-luck." 



Pvt. Francis A. Lamaare. " Lamaare." 

38 Harbor St., Salem, Mass. 

Changes from one section to another at will. He is as shy as a fox, 
and we never know what his next move will be. Very fond of guard duty. 
A source of grief at formations and inspections. A good worker and keeps 
his peace. 

"Heah." 



Pvt. James Cecie Larrison. "Whity." 

112 N. Spruce St., Colorado Springs, Colo. 

Would rather miss reveille than eat the best breakfast the cooks could 
prepare. Admits that he does not care for the military game. He was 
a truck driver and his main objection to the White truck was it's limited 
speed. Judging from the way he drove his truck we believe Whity would 
make a good aviator. 

"Hop on and ride." 



Pvt. Boyce Litteefield. "King B." 

Greer, S. C. 

A shark at black jack. He always picked his prey with careful 
scrutiny. One of Gruber's soldiers but never learned his lesson. It was 
a race between him and Skeeter to see who would get off the hill first 
when the Huns were shelling Esnes. A good rifle shot. 

"Do you remember." 

(225) 



Pvt. Laurence McCoy. "Mac." 

1357 Curtis St., Denver, Colo. 

In Castillon he spent most of his time with the mademoiselles trying 
to learn to speak French. On the ammunition detail on the front, and 
always had Sergt. Roberts on his trail. Give Mac a square deal and there 
is no better worker in the outfit. 



Pvt. Edward E. McCartney. "Mac." 

1608 Lincoln Ave., Hot Springs, Ark. 

Spits out his words as if they were hot. After he has completed his 
say, you wonder what he has been talking about. At times he is terribly 
despondent, for the army to him is one continual round of grief. Mac is 
still looking for that truck driving job. 

"Well, I know — " 



Pvt. Verl R. Park. "Tex." 

Provo, Utah. 

Was very popular with the telephone girls in the states but ours gave 
him no pleasure. Carries on a large correspondence with the girls at 
home. Went to auto school but did not specialize in autos. Was one 
of the ammunition drivers who could be depended upon. 

"Whip her out and let her pop." 



Pvt. Benjamin F. Myers. "Ben." 

Fairview Terrace, Stanford, Conn. 

A lad who believes that a Quad needs as much persuasion as a mule 
and also thinks it is sensitive to cussing. A very pious lad, wears a wound 
stripe and bunks with Pew. He is fond of midnight parties. 

"Back in the C. A. C." 

(226) 



Pvt. Clarence C. Myers. "Myers." 

Pinele, Mont. 

The Battery's barber. After a fellow gets shaved he goes and fills 
his mouth with water to see if he leaks. Unusually quiet for a barber. 
Doesn't care whether he works or not but finds it easy to get out of drill. 

"Who's next?" 



Pvt. Antonio D. Nicolini. "Nic." 

lone, Amador County, Cal. 

Nie is an Italian and says for a money proposition the army is punk. 
Has made a lot of "kale" in the States and after the war plans to go 
to Italy and show his folks a good time. As long as he can have a cigar 
in his mug he is happy. Nie, like the rest of the Italians, is very popular 
with the ladies. 

"Oh, no vou don't." 



Pvt. Isaac W. Anderson. "Ike." 

Gresham, Ore. 

Makes a hit with the frauleins — thinks it's his Dutch that causes them 
to fall for him, but it is his good looks. Hails from Gresham, the largest 
suburb of Troutdale, a town of 300 inhabitants. Admitted to be a village 
cut-up. Was wounded at Nantillois but is too modest to wear a wound 
stripe. 

"Oh bov." 



Pvt. Nathan Masterson. " Master son." 

Pierpont St., Peabody, Mass. 

He is not alone when it comes to possessing a great likeness to the 
French mademoiselles. Relics and souvenirs are also in his line. Always 
ready to learn, regardless of what it is. A serious minded fellow, but can 
enjoy all kinds of play. 

"How do you get that way/" 

(227) 



Pvt. William Matson. "Mat." 

Redlodge, Mont. 

The only man in the Battery who went through the war without ever 
once putting on his gas mask. We believe he is a Swede. It is on record 
that he smiled once since being in the outfit. When the army taught 
him to play baseball he became interested in the outfit. A good man on 
a gun section. 



Pvt. Robert L. McEwan. "Fuzzy." 

1085 E. 24th St., N., Portland, Ore. 

He is not at all interested in drills and is hard to find when there is 
a fatigue detail. In sports he shows such an amount of pep that one does 
not recognize the Fuzzy of the diamond as the Fuzzy of the drill ground. 



Pvt. Martin V. Manley. "Dicka" 

Ft. Meade, Fla. 

From a good State and is homesick most of the time. Always raving 
and wishing he had some good old Florida fruit. He is very fond of snakes 
and professes to be an amateur naturalist. 

"Well, it's like this." 



Pvt. John F. Moriarty. "Wild Irishman." 

139 Pine St., Holyoke, Mass. 

The smallest man in the Battery; he has to stand on a soap box to 
shake hands with Walker. One of the Captain's dog-robbers. Under the 
tutelage of Yunk we expect him to become a famous pugilist. One of 
the kids of the Battery who became a man when we got our long pants. 

(228) 



Pvt. Rosario J. Morin. "Morin." 

147 Main St., Sanford, Maine. 

A quiet Frenchman. Came to us at Blereourt from the C. A. C. 
Very enthusiastic about Socker and is a clever player. He probably 
came over here to locate some of his long lost relatives after he had finished 
with the Huns. A good worker and accepts all details without a rumpus. 



Pvt. Clarence McLennan. "Mac." 

224 N. Spruce St., Colorado Springs, Colo. 

Chief Dispatch Rider, Corp. McLennan, was discharged at Camp 
Merritt but sneaked out of the U. S. A. and joined the 146th. He finally 
rejoined the Battery at Aincreville. A pal of Dewey, which we think 
makes him so reckless. He has been all over France as a member of the 
A. E. F., but with no particular outfit. He intends to settle down and stay 
with us until we get home. 

"Don't ask me." 



Pvt. Joseph F. McLaughlin. 

33 French St., Watertown, Mass. 

One of the very few (?) men who is fond of missing reveille. A great 
chum of Boe's; sometimes they are called the "twins." The only time 
he likes the "Y" is when they hand out chocolate and doughnuts; he 
doesn't like it very often. A C. A. C. man but has quit "sounding off" 
about what they did in this guerre. 

"Let's go." 



Pvt. Alvin L. Noyer. ".1/." 

1146 E. 16th St., N., Portland, Ore. 

Always dolled up. Shaves daily, but why, we don't know. Uses 
powder to beautify his complexion. He out-rivals any stenographer at 
gum chewing. In the circus at Castillon he proved to be a typical Cleo- 
patra. Has a habit of agreeing with all of his superior officers. A shark 
at baseball. 

"Now you're kidding." 

(229) 



Pvt. Ernest S. McCarty. "Mic" 

1133 N. St., Fresno, Cal. 

This is a lad from Ireland, and he is not ashamed to admit it. Happy- 
go-lucky with never a care in the world except when a G. I. can is coming 
his way, and then he is careful enough to get out of the way. When he 
is asleep and not in some scrap he is a pretty good sort of a fellow. 

" You know me lad." 



Pvt. Floyd Napier. "Napier." 

Chillicothe, Iowa. 

Professes to be an electrician in civil life. Belongs to our C. A. C. 
gang. He is from Iowa but claims no relationship to Decker. We never 
know what is on his mind for he never expresses it. Is in the telephone 
section and hopes to enlarge his electrical experience. 



Pvt. Ernest North. , "North." 

133 Franklin St., Scranton, Penn. 

A juggler and vaudeville actor. A good mixer. He is always wanted 
by Chappie for missing all calls. Pulls some good dry comedy once in 
a while. What he thinks of the army, would be censored. 

"Oh hell." 



Pvt. Leonard E. Lewis. "Old 1st Class." 

Gentersville, Ala. 

A 1st- Class private of the southern gang and they are proud of him. 
The only man in the outfit that shuts his eyes when he laughs. Hard to 
find when on the ammunition detail but when on the guns you couldn't 
find him at all. Some say that he has the reputation of being the hardest 
worker of the southern gang. 

"Give me butts." 

(230) 



Pvt. Oscar E. Noren. "Os." 

895 Brooklyn St., Portland, Ore. 

"That there" fellow from the University of Oregon. Has to have a 
song before he can talk business. Always ready for a good time and 
when a little work is to be done he will help out if they get him before he 
sees them coming. Has a great respect for an oncoming G. I. can. Also 
a truck "shuvver." 

''Come on, let's have a song." 



Pvt. Walter M. Hunt. "Hunt." 

9321 Jeffery Ave., Chicago, 111. 

Has had considerable hard luck while in the army, but has always 
managed to pull through all right. He came to us at Nantillois and claims 
no relation with either the "native sons" or the southern gang. Was on 
a truck while at the front and although he has been separated from us 
several times, he is back again and expects to stay till the last. 



Wag. Lem Pritchett. "Lem." 

Alicia, Arkansas. 

Our newest arrival, transferred to us while we were stationed at Hohr. 
Came from the 154th Infantry, 39th Division. He is the only doughboy 
we have in the outfit and it is up to us to convert him to the artillery- 
men's point of view. He is interested in farming and will probably follow 
that line when he gets back. A crack shot with the pistol. 



Pvt. Axel Pearson. "Axel." 

Missoula, Mont., R. F. D. No. 1, Box 2. 

A man who chews snuff and seasons his speech with smiles. His 
name denotes that he is a Swede but that is nothing against him. Axel 
swore off drinking the day he spilled his much cherished wine. Likes the 
mademoiselles and frauleins and is always amusing them. 

"Give us some." 

(231) 



Pvt. Ira H. Peterson. "Pete." 

Mist, Ore. 

Crawford's side kicker and orderly. He is conscious of the fact and 
admits that he is the best lineman "C" Battery ever had. Time for him 
is too valuable to waste on others. A good and willing worker at the 
front and kept the communication open. 

"What's the matter now." 



Pvt. Raymond A. Palmquist. "Ray." 

Route 4, Gresham, Ore. 

An Oregon man and a Prince of Goodfellows. Served on a gun section 
throughout the war and always stuck to his duty. Ray left us a few 
days before the Armistice on account of meeting with an accident. He 
came from the same part of Oregon as "Ike" Anderson but we think 
there is no relation between the two, although they may have their eyes 
on the same girl. 



Pvt. Allan W. Hale. "Hale." 

Ridgefield, Washington. 

An Oregon man who chums with Beneka. Because Beneka is a 
successful vaudeville star we think it is no reason that he should endeavor 
to teach Hale the same tricks. Hale received his discharge while we were 
at Hohr and it was good for him, for we believe Beneka's influence was 
taking effect. 



Pvt. Patrick O'Sullivan. "Pat." 

West Pullman, 111. 

The wild Irishman from the C. A. C. Very curious about all of the points 
of the G. P. F. Pat's favorite pastime is to chew a few pounds of tobacco 
each day. He doesn't belong to the "southern gang" or the "native 
sons" but he holds his own with both of them. 

"Where's Skeeter?" 

(232) 



PVT. ROLLAND C. PEW. "PeW." 

Plymouth, Amador Co., Cal. 

He says that every time a shell came his way it bore his name. We 
don't doubt it for when they come they say Pew-ew-ew-ew. When on 
M. P. duty he is in his glory. He can get more pleasure out of one glass 
of Vin Blane than any man in the outfit. He is a good baseball player 
and takes pride in showing his skill. 

''Not on your life." 



PvT. John W. Portis. "Port." 

1316 Union St., Portsmouth, Ohio. 

A C. A. C. veteran who seems quite new to the Springfield. He brags 
about having the toughest beard of any man in the outfit, but manages 
to smooth them over, when he goes on pass to Coblenz. Every Jane he 
sees go by he exclaims, "gee, aint she a peach." 



PvT. Earl Rasmussen. "Earl." 

Whealand, Penn. 

Hails from Michigan and is always longing for Detroit and the good 
old summer time. He trained with Ernie Bruce but never pulled off the 
bout. We think he took the training to secure the diet given to our prize 
fighters. Would like to be a ladies' man. Rather secretive about his 
trips to Coblenz. 



PvT. James W. Reed. "Reed." 

3029 54th South, East, Portland, Ore. 

Speaks English, French and German fluently and gets along fine with 
the girls. Likes to give the impression that he is highly educated. Deals 
in long worded discussions and never runs out of wind. Wears eye 
glasses to improve his looks. Solicits correspondence. 

"Jimminy Crickets." 

(233) 



Pvt. Thomas J. Reynolds. " Reynolds." 

429 K. Buchanan St., Portland, Ore. 

Found it hard work to subsist on Battery feed and pack projectiles 
after spending most of his time in the Headquarters Company. He soon 
got accustomed to the Battery work and was a good man on the ammuni- 
tion detail. He came to us at Nantillois. 



Pvt. Arthur H. Raynor. "Raynor." 

White Pine, Montana. 

Raynor's favorite topic is deer, and favorite occupation is K. P. Owner 
of the eighteen-pound shotgun. He exhibited his skill as a marksman 
by killing a pet deer belonging to a Frenchman. Always works up enough 
ambition to answer sick call and is never late. Raynor has got us all beat 
when it comes to relating stories. 

"Aw go on." 



Pvt. James I. Salter. "Salter." 

A man who never swears, smokes or drinks. A school teacher in civil 
life. One of the "southern gang" but does not associate with them. A 
good worker and believes in taking his time. Very popular with the 
better sex. 



Pvt. Zell D. Stanford. "Zell" 

Chapman, Ala., Box 55. 

The only man who can hold his own with the "native sons" when it 
comes to talking. At home he may like to work but he does not consider 
the army his home. A very dear friend of Sergt. Chappie's and they 
were never known to have any differences. 

(234) 



Pvt. Earl C. Steenburg. "Earl." 

720 Ridge St., Keokuk, Iowa. 

A fellow who is very reserved and quiet, but surprised us all when he 
displaved an enormous amount of energy in athletics while we were 
enduring the torture at Hohr. Joined the outfit while we were firing 

from Rochet Woods. Very fond of swimming, they say his favorite 
sport at home is to swim the Mississippi. 



Pvt. John A. Sheppard. "Sheppard." 

Gillespie, 111. 

The best pot shiner in the outfit. One of our favorite K. P.'s Un- 
usually neat for a K. P. and one who is aspiring to be a cook. An old 
side-kicker of Raynor's. They used to step out among the mademoiselles 
and frauleins. 



Pvt. Edward D. Schomacker. "Ed." 

Garden Home, Ore. 

Would have the entire army regulations revised. Possesses a great 
liking for roll top desks, French maidens and well founded rumors. Upon 
matters of great importance, such as M. P. or the peace conference, he has 
the inside dope. As manager of our baseball team he won considerable 
fame. He fell hard for several mademoiselles but to our knowledge 
never made a hit. 

"Absolutely." 



Pvt. Leopold Roy. "Roy." 

22 Creston St., Seabrook, N. H. 

Was with the 155 shorts, wears a wound stripe and has a good record. 
He can read, write and speak French which makes him out of place here 
in Germany, except to translate the letters the boys receive from the made- 
moiselles. A pal of Cleave's. On convoys he always was wondering 
when we were to eat. 

"None of that old stuff." 

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Pvt. Fred G. Ruble. "Ruble." 

508 Park Ave., Piqua, Ohio. 

Came from Ohio and is strongly in favor of the baker's trade. Very 
fond of playing cards when there is money in sight. Was enthusiastic 
about salvaging while on the front. Visited Paris while we were stationed 
at Hohr and thinks that opportunity alone compensates him for his trials 
while in the army. 



Pvt. Clarence W. Randall. "Walt." 

Gypsum, Colo. 

Used to be the Captains dog-robber. Fell into disfavor when he burned 
Lieut. Turner's cot. Became famous on the motorcycle detail on which 
he earned the reputation as a "connoisseur" of wine. When not busy 
with the Captain's personal effects, he ventured forth in search of 
souvenirs. 

"I'll get even with that guy. 



Pvt. Robert Rankin. "Scotty." 

Victor, Colorado. 

If Scotty was stalled in the Sahara desert without food or water, but 
a jug of Vin Blanc, he would call it paradise. When it comes to working 
he is right there. If he wasn't jolly he wouldn't be called "Scotty." 
In Castillon he pulled some parties that caused a great deal of amusement. 

"And would ye believe thawt." 



Pvt. John W. Rihnasky. "Rihnasky." 

Newcomer, Penn. 

A C. A. C. man who was transferred back to his old outfit while we 
were stationed at Hohr. He never could understand how a fellow could 
"twist" a Quad. Very fond of getting Blain in an argument. He thinks 
the C. A. C's. won the war, it is probably because he has not been with 
the 148th long enough. 

"Let's go." 

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Pvt. Will Roberts. "Will." 

147 Pike St., Huntersville, Ala. 

Very restless when in civil life; always changing places. Sort'a likes 
the army as it offers him the chance to lead the wanderer's life. He is 
a good relater when telling of his daring and reckless experiences. A 
good soldier (?), goes out to drill when marked quarters. 

"What's on for today?" 



Pvt. Charles Steiner. "Steiner." 

Rothsay, Minn., Route 2. 

Says he is not a German, at least not a "pro." Harbors a dislike for 
hospitals and surgeons. His dialect is a cross between an Irish and Swiss. 
Credit Steiner with all of Berry's achievements and possessions. Judging 
from his hatred for the Germans he would have made a good doughboy. 

"I'll betcha." 



Pvt. Frederick L. Stevenson. "Steve." 

139 E. 14th St., Portland, Ore. 

Gets a kick out of life playing penny-ante. Likes to become involved 
in all arguments, resents disagreement. Thinks that his section excels 
all others. His girl fears that the French maidens have captured his 
affections. 

"You cant pull that old stuff." 



Wag. Heber Sargent. "Sarg." 

Hoytsville, Summit Co., Utah. 

A tractor driver who can not be told anything by the mechanics. 
One of the few men who hates the army like poison. Very amusing when 
growling. You can very easily tame him with a little sympathy. He 
considers his opinion to be law. 

"Aw shucks." 

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Wag. Warner B. Small. "Herpie." 

323 N. Institute St., Colorado Springs, Colo. 

Prematurely bald and it seems to worry him. Although a perfectly 
able man he likes to be waited upon. A lady-killer from Cripple Creek. 
It is rumored that he acquired his nickname by using Herpicide. He is 
one of the select gang. His F. W.D. could be easily started when the shells 
were breaking near. 

"How goes it gentlemen?" 



PvT. Edmond J. Sweeney. "Old Naval Militia." 

456 E. 17th St., N., Portland, Ore. 

Saw previous service in the Naval Militia. Very adept at throwing 
verbal barrages which do not always reach their objectives. On certain 
occasions he is known to exhibit skill as a dancer. Claims to be Irish 
— he don't need to tell us that. Cold water plunges seem to fascinate 
him. He has the "gimmes." 

"Scratch my back." 



PvT. Antonio Traversaro. "Tony." 

21 Lizzie St., San Francisco, Cal. 

Acquired all his English while in the army. He is from Frisco but 
don't mix with the "native sons." An Italian by birth and a gentleman by 
nature. Very fond of the French damsels. Secured a furlough while 
the Battery was in Germany and went to Italy to see his folks. 



PvT. Raymond D. Schlemmer. "Schlemmer." 

1215 Lippert Rd., N. E-, Canton, Ohio. 

Likes to "polly" deutsch with the frauleins. He belonged to the C. 
A. C. at one time but since he has been with the 148th he sees his past 
folly. Joined us at Blercourt. A teacher of English in our post schools. 
Has a reputation for occasionally uttering some witty sayings and spring- 
ing some comedy stuff. 

"It is, you know." 

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Pvt. Leonard E. Smith. "Smith." 

Laural, Mont. 

An Oregon trooper reputed to be a good scrapper and poker player. 
Managed a truck on the front. He is not boisterous but can have a good 
time in any crowd. Give Smith a good truck and you can depend on 
him to get the ammunition to the guns. Spent his most trying days 
at Nantillois. 



Pvt. Percy SholES. "Percy." 

Trojan, S. D. 

Used to be a cook, that is, he held the rank of cook. One of the best 
sprinters in the Battery. He left us at Nantillois for a period of rest in 
the hospital. Rejoined us later at Hohr. A charter member of Battery 
"C" and is the same Percy as he was the day he enlisted. 



Cook Joseph M. Fuchs. "Fuchs." 

781 Savier, St., Portland, Ore. 

The cook that Troop "C" gave to us. Has been a cook during his 
whole army career. At the front he was engaged in handing out slum 
to the 2nd Battalion Headquarters. Since leaving the front he has been 
cooking for the Officers' mess. He must be a good cook. 



Pvt. Noah L. Tucker. "Noah." 

Laurel Hill, Fla. 

A tall, good looking southerner who came to us at Rochet Woods. 
vSeems to be a favorite with the southern boys; and is with us all. Be- 
longed to Sergt. McAninch's section and offered to whip any guy that 
said anything against that section. A good worker and gave the Boche 
all he had. 

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Pvt. William R. Walker. "Walker." 

Lockbourne, Ohio, R. F. D. 2. 

Our biggest man. Six feet, ten inches. Has feet that put Chaplin's 
in the background. Has an ideal reach of four feet. Nature was con- 
siderate when she made him kind and peaceful. Came from the C. A. C. 
and intends to stay with this outfit for the remainder of his career. 



Pvt. Alvie L. Wheeler. "Whispering Wheeler." 

Mildred, Montana. 

Lost his voice in England and found it in France. Considers himself 
somewhat of a chef but all we can say is, that he is a good can-opener. A 
dry farmer from Montana who took out a homestead, and has nearly 
earned the right to own it. Drawls his voice and furnishes amusement 
for the whole Battery- 

"Wall I reckon." 



Pvt. Ashley O. Williams. "Williams." 

Clarendon, N. C. 

A man that never tires of telling about his wonderful girl. Came to 
us at Nantillois. Very interesting to converse with and according to his 
testimonies his girl can't be beat. He is comical while he is serious. 
From N. C, and has the southern drawl which is very attractive to us 
Westerners. 



Pvt. Arthur F. Weber. "Weber." 

5332 Bowmanville Ave., Chicago, 111. 

A pal of Walker's; at least they bunk together. Not as large as Wal- 
ker and probably could not whip him. That is why they get along so 
well. Weber is also from the C. A. C. He received a discharge while we 
were stationed at Hohr. We all wished that we could have gone home 
with him. 

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Pvt. Joe Werre. "Weary." 

Elgin, N. D. 

His name is characteristic of his actions. He would have made a 
fine Y. M. C. A. worker. Gained weight on the luxuries of the kitchen 
when serving in the capacity of permanent K. P. The hardest thing he 
ever did was to make an application for discharge. 



Pvt. George Walks. "Chief." 

Xavier, Mont. 

An Indian direct from the reservation. He delights in amusing the 
boys by pulling out his whiskers — a razor is unknown to him. A good 
soldier, a good worker and sets a good example. Always jolly and is 
perfectly at ease. 

"Powder River, let 'em buck." 



Pvt. Albert J. Worthington. "Worthy" 

Copita, Tex. 

Tries to be a soldier to the best of his ability but is not appreciated 
by his superiors. Slow and plodding but never known to lay down on 
the job. Never seen talking to the better sex during his whole army 
career. He has not changed a particle since he enlisted and we suppose 
he will be the same old Worthy seventy years from now. 

"Aw" 



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PAST OFFICERS OF "C" BATTERY 

A good portion of the credit for the success of Battery "C" is due to 
the officers that have at one time or another commanded in "C" Battery. 
We have had several officers and each one we well remember. Every 
one of our past officers worked with zeal and energy to put this outfit 
on a par with the best. The accomplishments and reputation of "C" 
Battery is the reward for their untiring efforts and endeavors to place it 
in the foremost rank. 

At all times our officers were with us and for us. Their rank did not 
hold them aloof from the enlisted personnel of the Battery. They trained 
with us, they instructed us and commanded us with a spirit of firm co- 
operation and impartiality. 

vSome of them were on the line as officers in "C" Battery. Others 
served on the front in different organizations. They all saw service 
on the line and a few of them tasted German steel. 

We extend our appreciation to them for their faithful services and are 
proud to say that these officers were at one time commanding in 
Battery "C." 

Major VICTOR W. HUNGERFORD. 
Captain CANTON O'DONNELL. 

Captain ARTHUR F. DORAN. 

Captain DANIEL W. KNOWLTON. 

Captain WILLIAM H. SCHADE. 

2nd Lieut. PAUL E. BOSSART. 
1st Lieut. JEFFERSON HAYES-DAVIS. 
2nd Lieut. ARVIN D. ROUNDS. 

2nd Lieut. GEORGE B. THOMAS. 
2nd Lieut. JOHN DUNN. 

2nd Lieut. HORACE F. LUNT. 

1st Lieut. JAMES H. GOWDY. 
2nd Lieut. OTTO ELLIS. 

1st. Lieut. JESSE BENSON. 

1st. Lieut. CALVIN G. LITTLEFIELD. 
1st Lieut. ANDREW J. LAWTON. 

1st Lieut. EDWARD F. HART. 



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FORMER -BUCKS" OF BATTERY "C" 

The average "buck" private of any organization usually feels rather 
meek in that he is not of higher rank, this is not true in Battery "C," as 
some of its enlisted personnel has risen to national prominence. Each and 
every member of Battery "C" occupies an exhalted position, regardless 
of their title. 

The records of the men who enlisted in Battery "C" and gained their 
first knowledge and experience with that unit, and who have received 
recognition of their services by way of Commissions, are accomplishments 
of which we are justly proud. 

ALBERT R. GARDNER, Journalist. 

Enlisted in Battery "C" as private, April, 1916. 

Promoted to Sergeant, August, 1916. 

Promoted to Sergeant-Major, November, 1916. 

Attended the first Officers' Training Camp, Ft. Riley, May 15 to Aug. 15, 

1917. 
Commissioned Captain Field Artillery, Aug. 15, 1917. 
Assigned as Instructor in Field Artillery to Second Officers' Training Camp, 

Ft. Sheridan, Sept., 1917. 
Promoted to Major, Field Artillery, December, 1917. 
Assigned to 332nd F. A., Camp Grant, May, 1918. 
Transferred to the Field Artillery School for Brigade maneuverings, 

Camp Doniphan, June, 1918. 
Assigned to General Staff, Washington, D. C. 
Promoted to Lieutenant-Colonel, Field Artillery. 
Assigned Chief of Staff of Artillery. 

Handled the records of expansion of theU.S. Field Artillery until May, 1919. 
Ordered overseas to complete records, June, 1919. 



H. A. SAIDY, Attorney- at-Law. 

Enlisted as private in Battery "C," May 31, 1916. 

Promoted to Corporal, July, 1916. 

Promoted to Sergeant, December, 1916. 

Mustered out with Battery "C," March, 1917. 

Entered first Officers' Training Camp, Ft. Riley, May 15, 1917. 

Commissioned Captain, F. A., August 15, 1917. 

Command of Battery "E," 341st F. A., Camp Funston. 

Attended School of Fire, Ft. Sill, Graduated in March, 1918. 

Instructor School of Fire, March 1 to December 18, 1918. 

Promoted to Major, F. A., Sept. 18, 1918. 

Discharged Ft. Sill, December 16, 1918. 

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BARTOW H. HALL, Attorney-at-Law. 

Enlisted as private in Battery "C," May 31, 1916. 

Promoted to Corporal, July 1916. 

Mustered out with Battery "C," March, 1917. 

Commissioned 2nd Lieut., Officers' Reserve Corps, May 10, 1917. 

Attended Officers' Training Camp, Ft. Riley, May to August, 1917. 

Promoted to 1st Lieut., Aug. 15, 1917. 

Attended Artillery School, Lauman, France, Oct., Nov., Dec, 1917. 

Assigned to the 6th Field Artillery, January 1918. 

Commanding Battery "E" from March 1st till return to the States. 

Promoted to Captain, April 25, 1918. 

Participated in the Cantigny, Champagne-Marne, Aisne-Marne, St. Mihiel 

and Meuse-Argonne operations. 
Twice wounded, June 17th and Oct. 4th, 1918. 



HORACE F. LUNT, Mining Engineer. 

Enlisted as private in Battery "C," May 31, 1916. 

Promoted to Corporal, July 23, 1916. 

Promoted to Sergeant, July 28, 1916. 

Discharged, Nov. 11, 1916. 

Commissioned 2nd Lieut., Nov. 12, 1916. 

Resigned, March 26, 1917. 

Commissioned Captain of Engineers, U. S. Army, Sept. 20, 1918. 

Duty as student, Engineer Officers' Training School, Camp A. A. Hum- 
phreys, Va., Sept 30, 1918 to Jan, 10, 1919. 

Discharged, Jan. 10, 1919. 

Commissioned Captain, Engineers Section, Officer's Reserve Corps, Feb. 
24, 1919. 



STUART PHELPS DODGE, Journalist. 

Enlisted as private in Battery "C," May, 1916. 

Promoted to Corporal, July, 1916. 

Mustered out with Battery "C," March, 1917. 

Attended first Officers' Training School, Ft. Riley, May to Aug., 1917. 

Commissioned Captain Field Artillery, Aug. 15, 1917. 

Assigned to Hdq. Co., 340th F. A., Sept. 3, 1917. 

In command of Hdq. Co., 340th F. A., and Assistant Operations Officer 

till end of war. 
Army of Occupation, Nov. 29, 1918 till May 8, 1919. 
Participated in the St. Mihiel Offensive. 
Discharged at Camp Upton, June 24, 1919. 

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GARDNER L. WILLIAMS, Salesman. 

Enlisted as private in Battery "C," May, 1916. 

Promoted to Corporal, July, 1916. 

Promoted to Sergeant, Sept., 1916. 

Mustered out with Battery "C," March, 1917. 

Attended 2nd Officers' Training Camp, Ft. Sheridan, Sept., Oct., Nov. 

1917. 
Commissioned 1st Lieut. F. A., Nov. 15, 1917. 
Assigned to the 10th F. A., Dec, 1917. 
Attended School of Fire, Ft. Sill, March, 1918. 
Discharged, Feb., 1919. 



JESSE N. BENSON, Mining Engineer. 

Enlisted as private in Battery "C," May, 1916. 

Promoted to Corporal, July, 1916. 

Promoted to Sergeant, Nov., 1916. 

Mustered out with Battery "C," March, 1917. 

Attended 2nd Officers' Training School, Ft. Sheridan, Sept., Oct., Nov. 

1917. 
Commissioned 1st Lieut., Nov. 15, 1917. 
Assigned to Battery "C," 148th F. A., April, 1918. 
Transferred to Field Artillery R. R., June 1918. 
Further record unknown. 



JAMES H. GOWDY, Clerk. 

Enlisted as private in Battery "C," May, 1916. 
Promoted to 1st Sergeant, July, 1916. 
Elected 2nd Lieut., Sept., 1916. 
Promoted to 1st Lieut., Nov., 1917. 
Transferred to the M. T. C, June, 1918. 

Participated in the Aisne-Marne Offensive, St. Mihiel Offensive and the 
M£Use-Argonne Offensive. 

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WASHINGTON PASTORIUS, Insurance and Real Estate. 

Enlisted as private in Battery "C," May, 1916. 

Promoted to Corporal, July, 1916. 

Promoted to Sergeant, December, 1916. 

Mustered out with Battery "C," March, 1917. 

Attended 1st Officers' Training Camp, Ft. Riley, May to August, 1917. 

Commissioned 1st Lieut. Field Artillery, Aug. 15, 1917. 

Assigned to Headquarters Co., 340th F. A., Sept. 3, 1917. 

Sailed for France, June 13, 1918. 

Regimental Signal Officer till end of war. 

Army of Occupation Nov. 29, till May 8, 1919. 

Commissioned Captain F. A., March 26, 1919. 

Participated in the St. Mihiel Offensive. 

Discharged June 18, 1919. 



LEWIS GIBBS CARPENTER, Insurance and Investments. 

Enlisted in Battery "C" as private, May, 1916. 

Commissioned 1st Lieut. Field Artillery, National Guard of Colorado, 

July, 1916. 
Resigned Commission, May 12, 1917. 

Attended 1st Officers' Training School, Ft. Riley, May to Aug., 1917. 
Commissioned 1st Lieut. F. A., Aug 15, 1917 
Promoted to Captain F. A., Dec, 1917. 
Attended School of Fire, Ft. Sill, 1918. 
Commanded 1st Battalion, 340th F. A., until July, 1918. 
Transferred to Division Headquarters, 89th Div., Aug. 1, 1918. 
Participated in the St. Mihiel and Meuse-Argonne Offensives. 
Wounded in action at Beaufort, France, Nov. 7, 1918. 
Army of Occupation from Nov. 1918, till March, 1919. 
Evacuated to the U. S. as convalescent, April 15, 1919. 



MORRIS A. ESMIOL, Broker. 

Enlisted in Battery "C," as a private, May, 1916. 

Promoted to Corporal, July, 1916. 

Mustered out with Battery "C," March, 1917. 

1st Officers' School, Ft. Riley, May to Aug., 1917. 

Commissioned Captain, Field Artillery, Aug. 15, 1917. 

Assigned to 340th F. A., Sept., 1917. 

Sailed for overseas, June 13, 1917. 

Army of Occupation Nov., 1918 till May, 1919. 

Participated in the St. Mihiel Offensive. 

Discharged at Ft. Russell, June, 1919. 



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JEFFERSON HAYES-DAVIS, Banker. 

Enlisted as private in Battery "C," May, 1916. 

Promoted to Sergeant, July, 1916. 

Mustered out with Battery "C," March, 1917. 

Commissioned 2nd Lieut. Battery "C," April 22, 1917. 

Promoted to 1st Lieut. 148th F. A., Nov. 22, 1917. 

Transferred to Headquarters Company, 148th F. A., Dee., 1917. 

Attended School for Artillery Aerial Observers, Feb., March and April, 
1918. 

Arrived at the front with Escradrille 40, May 19, 1918. 

Participated in the St. Mihiel, the Meuse-Argonne and Aisne-Marne Offen- 
sives. 

Cited for gallantry in action at Voges, France, Aug. 3, 1918. 

Recommended for the Distinguished Service Cross and the Distinguished 
Service Medal. 

Promoted to Captain of Air Service, March 1, 1919. 



JOHN W. DIAMOND, Coal Dealer. 

Enlisted in Battery "C," July, 1916. 

Promoted to Sergeant, July, 1916. 

Promoted to Quartermaster Sergeant, July, 1916. 

Promoted to 1st Sergeant, Aug., 1916. 

Mustered out with Battery "C," March, 1917. 

Attended 1st Officers' Training School, Ft. Riley, May to Aug., 1917. 

Commissioned Captain Field Artillery, Aug, 15, 1917. 

Assigned to the 340th F. A., Sept., 1917. 

Detailed as Regimental Adjutant, Oct., 1917. 

Further Military record unavailable. 



HARRY R. GALBRAITH, Auditor. 

Enlisted as private in Battery "C," May, 1916. 

Promoted to Corporal, Aug. 6, 1916. 

Promoted to Sergeant, June, 1917. 

Discharged from Battery "C," Aug. 1917. 

Inspector, Ordnance Department, State of Colorado, Nov., 1917. 

Commissioned 1st Lieut. Field Artillery Reserve, March, 1918. 

Assigned to Battery "D," National Guard of Colorado, March, 1919. 

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PAUL E. BOSSART, Salesman. 

Enlisted as private in Battery "C," May, 1916. 

Promoted to Corporal, July, 1916. 

Promoted to Quartermaster-Sergeant, Dec., 1916. 

Commissioned 2nd Lieut. Battery "C," 148th F. A., Oct., 1917. 

Transferred as Instructor to French Artillery School, Langre, France, 

June, 1918. 
Assigned to 307th Battery, French Artillery, July 10, 1918. 
Transferred from the 307th French Artillery to Instruction Staff, French 

Artillery School, Oct., 1918. 
Discharged at Ft. Howard, Md., Feb., 1919. 



LEROY A. RADTKE, Student. 

Enlisted as private in Battery "C," May, 1916. 

Promoted to Corporal, Aug., 1916. 

Promoted to Quartermaster-Sergeant, Oct., 1916. 

Mustered out with Battery "C," March, 1917. 

Attended 2nd Officers' Training School, Ft. Sheridan, Sept., Oct. and 

Nov., 1917. 
Commissioned 2nd Lieut. Field Artillery, Nov., 1917. 
Further record unknown. 



GEORGE B. THOMAS, College Professor. 

Enlisted in Battery "C," May, 1916. 

Promoted to Corporal, July, 1916. 

Promoted to Sergeant, July, 1916. 

Elected 2nd Lieut. Battery "C," Aug., 1916. 

Resigned Commission Battery "C," Sept., 1916. 

Further record unavailable. 



JOSEPH L. EATON, Farmer. 

Enlisted as private in Battery "C," July, 1917. 

Promoted to Corporal, Oct., 1917. 

Promoted to Sergeant, Nov., 1917. 

Assigned to Artillery School of Instruction at Gondrecourt, France, 

March, 1918. 
Recommended for Officers' Training School, April, 1918. 
Attended Officers' Training School, Saumur, France, June, July and 

Aug., 1918. 
Commissioned 2nd Lieut. Field Artillery, Aug., 1918. 
Further record unavailable. 

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GEORGE S. BALLOWE, Salesman. 

Enlisted as private in Battery "C," June, 1917. 

Promoted to Sergeant, Oct., 1917. 

Recommended for Officers' Training School, June, 1918. 

Attended Officers' Training School, Saumur, France. Aug., Sept. and Oct., 
1918. 

Commissioned 2nd Lieut. Coast Artillery, Oct., 1918. 

Assigned to 148th F. A., Nov., 1918. 

Army of Occupation, Dec. to May, 1919. 

Participated in the Champagne-Marne Defensive, Aisne-Marne Offen- 
sive and the Meuse-Argonne Offensive. 

Discharged Ft. Russell, June, 1919. 



WILLIAM P. CHOATE, Bank Clerk. 

Enlisted in Troop "C," Oregon Cavalry, April, 1917. 

Transferred to Battery "C," 148th F. A. as Corporal, Oct., 1917. 

Promoted to Sergeant, Aug., 1918. 

Attended Officers' Training School, Saumur, France, Sept., Oct. and Nov., 

1918. 
Recommended for Commission Field Artillery, Nov., 1918. 
Commissioned 2nd Lieut. 148th F. A., April, 1919. 
Assigned to Battery "C," 148th F. A., May, 1919. 
Participated in the Champagne-Marne Defensive, Aisne-Marne Offensive, 

St. Mihiel Offensive. 



ARTHUR L. CATOR, Farmer. 
NEAL J. HAWKINS, Salesman. 
RALEIGH R. HARRIS, Draftsman. 

These three Sergeants attended Officers' Training School at Saumur, 
France, but the signing of the armistice prevented them from receiv- 
ing commissions. They refused to accept commissions as offered them 
in the Officers' Reserve Corps. 



THEODORE T. LEONARD, Real Estate. 

WILLIAM L. SELLS, Salesman. 

These two Sergeants were detailed to the U. S. as instructors in Field 
Artillery. 

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PAST MEMBERS OF "C" BATTERY 

These men were a part of "C" Battery either serving in the States, 
or in the American Expeditionary Forces. Some were with us until 
nearly the last. Others left after only a very short period with the Bat- 
tery since we became a part of the A. E- F. We consider them as still 
members. A few have left the organization entirely. We consider them 
members not because they have been near us, but because their spirit 
has been with us. We connect their names with Battery "C" and always 
shall. Some have been wounded and evacuated to the United States. 
We lost others through accidents, some slight, some serious. 

In the future when "C" Battery's Honor Roll is called THESE men 
will answer, "PRESENT." 



George S. Ballowe. 
Andy Barr. 
Louis J. Schnell. 
Arthur L. Cator. 
Dan Rosenzweig. 
William L. Sells. 
Theodore T. Leonard. 
Frank M. Chamberlain. 
Hubert McGlinn. 
Emil Eichenberger. 
Theodore B. Johns. 
James A. Peck. 
Jesse Pierce. 
Herschel Smith. 
Louis J. Johnson. 
Joseph H. McCuan. 
Frank L. Estes. 
Francis R. Eastlake. 
Charles N. Overman. 
Harry Rotert. 
Richard E. Lahey. 
Fred P. Jensik. 
Rhynehardt E. McCaskill. 
Malcolm N. McCaskill. 
Arthur W. Jones. 
William L. Carpenter. 
Carl H. Groth. 
Wilbur H. Wandell. 
Harry Santschi. 
Charles W. Wessell. 



George H. Miller. 
John Harem. 
Albert Anderson. 
Ivan G. Morris. 
Joseph Schacter. 
Edward J. Milne. 
Charles B. Negus. 
Joseph L. Eaton. 
Walter H. Lilly. 
Horton H. Blair. 
Cecil Holmes. 
Harry G. Dawson. 
Roy G. Harris. 
Albert H. Proctor. 
Frank C. Townsend. 
Zigfred Jensen. 
Ernest Le Quatte. 
John H. Vail. 
Theodore Carlson. 
James W. Condon. 
Rolland W. Creeks. 
Frank Doll. 
Charles Johnson. 
William H. King. 
Rudolph Mitchell. 
William I. Newbrough. 
Frank B. Runyon. 
Joe Smith. 
Charles Strange. 
Ernest M. Wright. 



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PAST MEMBERS OF "C" BATTERY- Continued 



Wesley W. Benedict. 
John J. Bovard. 
Guy D. Butterfield. 
George G. Elmore. 
Hubert R. Erlbrookes. 
Otto A. Kelly. 
Clyde G. Parker. 
Lee E. Kent. 
Samuel L. Philip. 
James W. Reed. 
Thomas M. Clemment. 
William M. Banning. 
George W. Baumhoff. 
George M. Burrell. 
Robert A. Chadwick, Jr. 
Thomas G. Corlett. 
Horace G. Franz. 
Francis Gilpin. 
Clifford G. Knapp. 
Arnold T. Pooley. 
Robert Rhea. 
Harry Shellenberger. 
Frederick M. P. Taylor. 
Joseph F. Underwood. 
Thomas P. Newbold. 
Thomas Lawrence. 
Norman Smail. 
Charles Thomas. 
Milia Orengradsky. 
Frank G. Palmer. 
Charles F. Lauterman. 
Charles F. Wagoner. 
William K. Papas. 
Cecil A. Rock. 
Hugh Woolsey. 
Claude V. Schenck. 
Oscar H. Stone. 
William S. Abbott. 
William L. Bartlett. 

ROCKWOOD BULLARD. 

Lewis G. Carpenter. 
Oliver E. Collins. 
Gilbert Everett. 
Albert R. Gardner. 
William D. Howerton. 
Ray E. Miller. 



Horace M. Ragle. 
Claude Richmond. 
Franklin C. Smith, Jr. 
Frederick J. Tienken. 
Giles Eggleston. 
C. C. Minor. 
Marion F. Morris. 
John T. Sherman. 
Sherman Logsden. 
Earl Bragg. 
Carl F. Nelson. 
Orville J. Hovey. 
C. Krafft. 
George S. Abbott. 
J. Myers. 
George W. Walsh. 
Frank. F. Tyson. 
Gardner L. Williams. 
Apollis C. Esmiol. 
Washington Pastorius. 
Habeeb A. Saidy. 
Morris A. Esmiol. 
Bartow H. Hall. 
Harry R. GalbraiTh. 
Edward J. May. 
Bruce A. Gustin. 
Roy Smith. 
Frank Wade. 
Everett Brown. 
John W. Diamond. 
Krafft E. Ginder. 
Arthur A. Hampton. 
Andrew Hjul. 
Carl T. Humphrey. 
Delmar V. Irvin. 
Frederick W. Jung. 
Charles L. McMannis. 
Earl H. Maharry. 
Joe W. Marcroft. 
Frank J. Montague. 
Leroy A. Radtke. 
Harry Stanley. 
John E. Sullivan. 
John E. Sheeran. 
Eugene A. Tipton. 
James H. Tool. 



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Allan M. True. 
Lester Wallock. 
Morgan W. Wyland. 
Raymond W. Johnson. 
John R. Farrington. 
William T. Pollock. 
Roy W. Van Vacter. 
Frederick D. Moore. 
Willis M. Marshall, Jr. 
Loyal D. Kryder. 
Edwin L. Maddox. 
Arthur W. Pinnick. 
George D. Riley. 
George E. Mitchell. 
Richard Bradshaw. 
Hugh C. Coffin. 
William C. Armstrong. 
Robert H. Greer. 
William C. Kelsey. 
Ralph L. Boddy. 
Arnold G. Buckner. 
Albert Fortier. 
Fenton Ford. 
Alfred R. James. 
Stanley McHatton. 
Daniel Thiessen. 
William B. Garrett. 
Milton E. Butler. 
Stuart P. Dodge. 
Edgar Stith. 
Lloyd M. Bode. 



Jesse R. Samms. 
John H. Allen. 
Arthur G. Branford. 
LEE S. Gardner. 
Thomas I. Hyde. 
Joseph C. Marsh. 
Francis G. Milner. 
William Murphy. 
Floyd C. Roberts. 
Ralph Severns. 
Benjamin E. Thomas. 
Bryan Saladay. 
Santo J. Austin. 
Bernie L. Greene. 
George R. Vance. 
George F. Mullen. 
Frank Sabuda. 
Percy R. White. 
Theodore Ament. 
John M. Cooper. 
Elwyn A. Goodspeed. 
Robert Kuntz. 
Robert R. McIntyre. 
Clarence Moore. 
Earl E. Peak. 
Orville See. 
Stephen Sinko. 
Charles H. Vail. 
Murray Hubbell. 
Louis Good. 
William Weir. 




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